Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die

Yo if gon' sleep on somethin', as well be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might as well be a head
'Cause if you the L.O.X., you might as as well target a box
That you sleep in' for years, all covered wit rocks

'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya hotshots ain't got blocks, Tu Puta
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I drop 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 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 on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend 'em back

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

And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin' my
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been nice niggaz was watchin' movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin' me
'Cause believe it or not, we be the 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 nuttin' y'all faggots could do but
'Cause I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, I just smack em wit the
Give it to 'em at the light, like Kane's cousin

The Ruff Ryders, The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ryders
The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
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 spin the corner while you prolly
I you, I clap him, and that's rule number one

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

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

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

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

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

I be the D R, A G, dash O N, slash often comma, burnin' niggaz
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the block roastin' light a dutch wit the comin', toastin'
In my eyes you 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 one early

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

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

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

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin'
Caught up in somethin' that I control
get a hold of a bankroll, let's 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 ain't shit
The undertaker take 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 to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin' vest