Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo, if sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you crack 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 think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya muchacha
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule

And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm in some fly shit, punk

The baby nine be on the daily, 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 My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em

Ayo, I hope you tongue kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
Type of nigga at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick

And before you know it, I'ma her stuffin' my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I nice since niggaz 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 y'all shit, then to our shit
Ain't nuttin' y'all faggots do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got

'Cause every I turn around y'all 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, low wit the scum
me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the while you parle with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule one

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

And even when you dead, you can still get it
A nigga smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rappers favorite

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

What? you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be at me like
Can I get Lick your lips 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, slash
Come on, burnin' 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 I'll fry or dead
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun

'Cause it got one bury, so you run, hurry
Or catch one
You wrong, tryin' to me, what type of shit you on?
You better through 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, the sack in it
But only half of it, 'cause y'all like half-ass

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

my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a I love a
Flood daughter, full of more holes than spurges
businessmen for stocks over lunches

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

Catch bodies like a cold, and I slick so face it
me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the quick, I

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