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 gon' sleep in' for years, all wit rocks

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

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 nine be on the daily, ain't no 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 shit paid for, yours
And every bitch you grabbed, bend 'em back

Ayo I you ain't tongue-kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be her in the mouth
Type of nigga at your house
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 nice niggaz was watchin' movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin' me
believe it or not, we be the ones settin' the traps

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

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

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

Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck 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 even you dead, you can still fuckin' get it
A that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
P, your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

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

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

The Ruff Ryders, The Ruff Ryders
The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The 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 block roastin' a dutch wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my eyes you see what 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 one early

You wrong, tryin' to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and unflammable suits 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 is one slash two
My gun blast you, 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 slaughter
Flood your daughter, of more holes than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for over lunches

Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough from the Cuban, to build a fuckin' fort
Caught up in somethin' 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 life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth

I money, but the scrambles 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 under his fuckin' vest