Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

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

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

And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't gotta wear to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm 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 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 kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be her in the mouth
of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick

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

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

'Cause every time I turn around on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz narrow, I just smack 'em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like Kanes Harold

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you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, show you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the corner while you 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 record
niggaz ain't sayin' shit until y'all bare weapons

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

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

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

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

Light a dutch wit the 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 of shit you on?
You through 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 dude

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

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

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

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

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