Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die

Yo if gon' on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might as well be a head
'Cause if you targettin' the L.O.X., you might as as well 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, Tu Puta
From the days in school, now a 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 fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The nine 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 the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, bend 'em back

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

And before you it, I'ma have her stuffin' my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been since niggaz was watchin' movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin' me
'Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps

You to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got
Ain't nuttin' faggots could do but gossip
'Cause everytime I turn y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like cousin Abel

The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff
The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders

Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the
Show me the money, show you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll the corner while you prolly within'
I clap you, I clap him, and that's number 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
I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' shit until y'all bare

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

no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl want the world, ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in' all and size niggaz
No lie, them ready do or die niggaz

What you want? Cutey starin' at me like
"Damn, you from?"
You be comin' at me "Can I get some?"
Lick your lips for this brown
Suck like a thumb, if you want, 'til I cum, uhh

The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ryders
The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ryders

I be the D R, A G, dash O N, often comma, burnin' niggaz often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the block roastin' a dutch wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see summer's holdin'

Realizin', guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty
it got one bury, so you better run
Hurry or one early

You wrong, tryin' to touch me, what type of you on?
You better through your on and your unflammable suits on
I'm comin' through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send casket, throw 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 you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft 'cause my retirin', alright then

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

Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin' fort
Caught up in that I can't control
Tryna get a of a bankroll, let's role

bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it worth shit
The take your ass under the earth quicker

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