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
That you sleep in' for years, all covered wit rocks

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

That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your
My bullets thump when I'm in some fly shit, punk
The nine 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 down the windows on the side of my Jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek 'em back

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

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

You listen to shit, then listen to our shit
That's the reason now niggaz ain't got shit
Ain't y'all faggots could do but gossip
'Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X.
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 Ruff
The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ruff Ryders, The Ruff Ryders
The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Realizin', every guy 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 better your boots on and your unflammable suits on
'Cause I'm comin' through wit a Yukon Black tinted wit in it
you while you smokin', send your casket, throw 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?
You'll catch a hell of a Backdraft 'cause my fire retirin', alright

my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a lover
Flood your daughter, full of holes than spurges
businessmen for stocks over lunches

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

Catch bodies a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin' streets it ain't worth 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 is got, when niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a under his fuckin' vest