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
'Cause if you the L.O.X.
You might as as 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 muchacha
From the days in school, now a motherfucker

And I drop 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 your
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,

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

Ayo, I you ain't tongue kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be her in the mouth
Type of nigga at your house
Too slick, she be suckin' 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 niggaz was movies on beta
Ready to clap, givin' me gats

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

'Cause every I turn around y'all 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 Harold

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Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the corner while you parle dun
I clap you, I clap him, and that's number one

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

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

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

What? What you Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you You be comin' at me like
Can I get some? Lick your 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, slash
on, burnin' niggas often
They me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
the block roastin'

Light a dutch wit the flames comin',
In my eyes you could see what holdin'
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead
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 through your boots on and your suits on

'Cause I'm comin' wit a Yukon
Black wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, 'cause y'all like dude

And we are one whole, and niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
catch a hell of a back 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, full of holes than spurges
Taxin' for stocks over lunches

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

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so it
Make me chase it, I take your life and it
Waste it, in the fuckin' 'cause 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
grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin'