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
'Cause if you targettin' the L.O.X., you might as as target a box
That you sleep in' for years, all covered wit rocks

'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, Tu Muchacha
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 wear fatigues 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 down the windows on the side of my Jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek 'em back

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

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

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

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

Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
Show me the money, show you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll spin the corner while you within'
I clap you, I him, and that's rule number one

Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a 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 until bare weapons

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

Ain't no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit niggaz
Baby girl want the world, gave ya pies
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, 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 cum, uhh

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

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

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

You wrong, tryin' to touch me, what type of you on?
You better through boots on and your unflammable suits on
'Cause I'm comin' wit a Yukon Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, throw the in it

But half of it, 'cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one two
My gun you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft 'cause my fire retirin', alright

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

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fort
Caught up in somethin' that I control
Tryna get a of a bankroll, let's role

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Wasted, in the streets 'cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker 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, niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a under his fuckin' vest