Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

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

That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double 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 don't wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump I'm laced in some fly shit, punk

The baby nine be on the daily, no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, to hand you a rag
So you can down the windows on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em

Ayo, I hope you tongue kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
Type of nigga buck at your
Too slick, means she be suckin' my

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

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

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

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

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

And even you dead, you can still fuckin' get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and ya
Styles P., favorite rappers favorite rapper

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

What? What you want? Cutey at me like
Damn, where you You be comin' at me like
Can I get some? Lick your lips for 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 could see what summers
Realizin', guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty

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

'Cause I'm comin' wit a Yukon
tinted wit gats in it
Catch you you smokin', send your 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 is one slash two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll a hell of a back draft
'Cause my fire retirin', aight

It's my, survival instinct keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a I a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more than spurges
businessmen for stocks over lunches

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin'
up in somethin' that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, lets

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

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