Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo, if sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' 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 double what got
Ya hotshots, got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule

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 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, it's to you a rag
So you can wipe the windows on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

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

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

'Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin' the
You listen to y'all shit, listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin' y'all faggots 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 that's narrow, I just 'em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like Kanes cousin

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you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the corner while you parle 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 record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' shit y'all bare weapons

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

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

What? you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be comin' at me
Can I get some? Lick 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, O N, slash often
Come on, burnin' niggas
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
the block roastin'

Light a dutch wit the flames comin',
In my eyes you could see what holdin'
Realizin', guy I'll 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, tryin' to touch me, what of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and inflammable suits on

I'm comin' through wit a Yukon
Black wit gats in it
you while you smokin', send your casket, throw 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 blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
You'll a hell of a back draft
'Cause my fire retirin', then

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

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

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

Love money, but the 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