Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die

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

'Cause I not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots got blocks, Tu Puta Muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could 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 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 down the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend 'em back

Ayo I hope you tongue-kissin' your spouse
I be fuckin' her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at house
Too slick, she be suckin' my dick

And before you know it, I'ma have her my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggaz was movies on Beta
Ready to clap, givin' me gats
'Cause believe it or not, we be the settin' the traps

You listen to shit, then listen to our shit
the reason 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 Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ryders
The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders

Fuck you and son, y'all low wit the scum
me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll the corner while you prolly within'
I you, I clap 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 jail
Y'all niggaz ain't shit until y'all bare weapons

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wrong, to touch 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 Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, the sack in it

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

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

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fort
Caught up in somethin' I can't control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's

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 undertaker take your ass the earth quicker

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