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 sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya hotshots, got blocks, ya punta 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 out your chest
My bullets thump I'm laced in some fly shit, punk

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

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

And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin' my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since was watchin' 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 could do but
That's the reason now niggaz ain't got shit

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

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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 corner while you with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and rule number one

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

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

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

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

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

Light a dutch wit the comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see what summers
Realizin', every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun

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

'Cause I'm comin' wit a Yukon
tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send 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', then

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

Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
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 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' 'cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker your ass under the earth quick, I

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