Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

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

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

And I drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out chest
My bullets when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk

The baby nine be on the daily, no poppin' 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 bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em

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

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

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

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you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun,
Spell spin the corner you parle with dun
I clap you, I him, and that's rule number one

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

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

no surprise 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, them ready do or die niggaz

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

Light a wit the flames comin', toastin'
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 run, hurry
Or one early
You wrong, to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your on and your inflammable suits on

'Cause I'm comin' through wit a
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 y'all niggaz is one two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a of a back draft
'Cause my retirin', aight then

It's my, survival instinct that my head above the water
Everyday I show how a I love a slaughter
Flood daughter, full of more 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' I cant control
Tryna get a of a bankroll, lets role

Catch bodies a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and it
it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't 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 nigga
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his vest