Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die

Yo if gon' sleep on somethin', as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as be a head
'Cause if you targettin' the L.O.X., you as as well target a box
you gon' sleep in' for years, all covered wit rocks

'Cause I not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, Tu Muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool

how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your
My bullets when I'm laced 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 bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend 'em back

Ayo I hope you tongue-kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
Type of nigga at your house
Too slick, means she be 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 was watchin' movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody me gats
believe 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 faggots could do but
'Cause everytime I around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, I just smack em wit the
it to 'em at the light, like Kane's cousin Abel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead
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 me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable on
'Cause I'm comin' through wit a Yukon tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, throw the in it

But only half of it, y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and niggaz 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 fire retirin', alright

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

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

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and it
Wasted, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't worth
The undertaker take your ass under the quicker

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