Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo, if gon' sleep on somethin', might as be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a
'Cause if you the L.O.X.
You might as as target a box

That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
'Cause I not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots, got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule

And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,

The nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, it's to you a rag
So you can wipe the windows on the side of my jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, bend 'em back

Ayo, I hope you ain't tongue kissin' spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
Type of nigga buck at your
Too slick, means she be suckin' my

And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin' my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I nice since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin' me

'Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin' the
You listen to y'all shit, then to our shit
Ain't nuttin' y'all faggots could do but
That's the reason now y'all ain't got shit

'Cause every time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X.
Niggaz that's narrow, I just smack 'em wit the
Give it to 'em at the light, like Kanes cousin

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Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
Show me the money, show you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the while you parle with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and rule number one

Suckin' my dick, and I don't a fuck what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the fuck you can get
'Cause I records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' shit until y'all weapons

And even when you dead, you can still get it
A that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
P., your favorite rappers favorite rapper

Ain't no niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl want the world, gave ya pies
No tops, 'em in all shape and size niggaz
No lie, them ready do or die niggaz

What you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, you from? You be comin' at me like
Can I get some? your lips for this brown sugar
mine like a thumb, if you want, 'til I come, uh

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I be the D R, A G, dash O N, often
Come on, burnin' often
call me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the block

Light a wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my eyes you see what summers holdin'
Realizin', guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty

'Cause it got one bury, so you run, hurry
Or catch one
You wrong, tryin' to touch me, what type of you on?
You better through your boots on and inflammable suits on

'Cause I'm comin' through wit a
tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, 'cause y'all like half-ass

And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll catch a of a back draft
'Cause my retirin', aight then

It's my, instinct that keeps my head above the water
I show another how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes spurges
Taxin' businessmen for over lunches

Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin' fort
Caught up in somethin' that I cant
Tryna get a of a bankroll, lets role

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
Make me chase it, I take your and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets it ain't worth shit
The undertaker your ass under the earth quick, I

Love money, but the hot
So I snatch up my man and the spot
Twenty is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin' vest