Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die

Yo if gon' sleep on somethin', might as be a bed
And if you crack a nigga, might 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 what 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 fatigues to blow out your
My bullets when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no a trunk

But if I pop the trunk, it's to you a rag
So you can wipe the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, bend 'em back

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

And before you 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
to clap, everybody givin' me gats
'Cause it or not, we be the ones settin' the traps

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

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

Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun,
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, you from, and who the fuck you can get
I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't shit until y'all bare weapons

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

Ain't no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized
Baby girl want the world, gave ya pies
No tops, take em in' all and size 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
Suck mine a thumb, if you want, 'til I cum, uhh

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

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

Realizin', guy I'll 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 me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your suits on
'Cause I'm comin' through wit a Yukon Black wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, the sack in it

But only half of it, 'cause y'all like 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 that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I another how a lover slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of holes than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for stocks over

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin' fort
Caught up in that I can't 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 and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't shit
The undertaker take ass under the earth quicker

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