Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

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

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

And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
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 be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, it's to you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the 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
of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin' my

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

'Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then to our shit
Ain't nuttin' faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all 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
Give it to 'em at the light, like Kanes Harold

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Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll 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, where you from, and who the you can get
'Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' until y'all bare weapons

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

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

What? What you Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you You be comin' at me like
Can I get some? your lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine 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 call me drag-on, I'm hot
Keep the block

Light a dutch wit the flames comin',
In my eyes you could see what holdin'
Realizin', every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a 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' through wit a
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 half-ass dude

And we are one whole, and y'all 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', then

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

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

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

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