Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

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

That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya muchacha
From the 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 gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk

The nine be on the daily, ain't 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 for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

Ayo, I you ain't tongue kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be her in the mouth
Type of buck at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick

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

'Cause believe it or not, we be the settin' the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then to our shit
Ain't nuttin' y'all could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz 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, y'all low wit the
Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the while you parle with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and that's number one

Suckin' my dick, and I don't a fuck what 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 shit until y'all bare weapons

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

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

What? What you want? Cutey starin' at me
Damn, you from? You be comin' at me like
Can I get Lick your lips for this brown 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, often
on, burnin' niggas often
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
Keep the block

Light a dutch wit the flames comin',
In my eyes you could see summers holdin'
Realizin', every guy fry or dead rowdy
I to a degree 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 type of you on?
You through your 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 dude

And we are one whole, and niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
catch a hell of a back draft
'Cause my fire retirin', aight

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

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

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

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