Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo, if gon' on somethin', might 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 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
From the days in school, now a motherfucker

And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't 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 down the windows on the of my jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

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

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

'Cause it or not, we be the ones settin' 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 I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz that's narrow, I just smack 'em wit the
Give it to 'em at the light, like 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 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, you from, and who the fuck you can get
'Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail
niggaz ain't sayin' shit until y'all bare weapons

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

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

What? you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be at me like
Can I get some? Lick your 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, dash O N, often
Come on, niggas often
They me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the block

a dutch wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see what holdin'
Realizin', guy I'll 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 of shit you on?
You better through boots 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 like half-ass dude

And we are one whole, and y'all is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll catch a of a back draft
'Cause my fire retirin', aight

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

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin' fort
up in somethin' that 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 life and erase it
Waste it, in the streets 'cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take ass under the earth quick, I

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