Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

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

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

And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk

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

Ayo, I hope you ain't tongue your 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 been nice since niggaz was movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody me gats

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

'Cause every time I turn around on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz that's narrow, I just '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, I'll show you a gun,
Spell spin the while you parle with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule one

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

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

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

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

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I be the D R, A G, O N, slash often
Come on, niggas often
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
Keep the roastin'

Light a dutch wit the comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see what holdin'
Realizin', every guy 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, to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better your boots on and your inflammable suits on

I'm comin' through wit a Yukon
Black wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, throw the 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 hell of a draft
'Cause my fire retirin', aight

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

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

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so 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 up my man and the gamblin' spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one less
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin' vest