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

'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya hotshots got blocks, Tu Puta Muchacha
From the days in school, now a 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 fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a

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 for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend 'em back

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

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

You to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
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
thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like cousin Abel

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

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

Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you
Who you are, you from, and who the fuck you can get
'Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' shit until y'all bare

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

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

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

The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ryders
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
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the block roastin' light a wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my you could see what summer's holdin'

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

You wrong, to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your on and your unflammable suits on
'Cause I'm comin' through wit a Black tinted wit gats in it
Catch you you smokin', send your casket, throw the sack in it

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

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

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

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