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

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

how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't gotta wear to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,
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 wipe down the windows on the of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek 'em back

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

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

You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our
That's the reason now y'all niggaz 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, like Kane's cousin

The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff
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 you prolly within'
I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule 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
'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 that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P, your favorite rapper's rapper

no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl want the world, gave ya niggaz
No tops, em in' all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer 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?"
your lips for this brown sugar
Suck like a thumb, if you want, 'til I cum, uhh

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

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

Realizin', every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
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 Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, the sack in it

But only 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, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll a hell of a Backdraft 'cause my fire retirin', alright then

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

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

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

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