Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die

Yo if sleep 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 gon' sleep in' for years, all covered wit

I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots got blocks, Tu Puta Muchacha
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool

how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't gotta wear to blow out your chest
My bullets when 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, to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the of my Jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend 'em

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

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

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

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

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

Suckin' my dick, and I don't a fuck 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 sayin' shit until y'all bare weapons

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

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

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

The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ryders
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'
Keep the block light a dutch wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see summer's holdin'

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

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

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

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin' fort
Caught up in somethin' that I can't
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role

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

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