Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die

Yo if sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as be a head
'Cause if you targettin' the L.O.X., you as as well target a box
That you gon' 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 days in school, now a rule
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool

That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in fly shit, punk
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 paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek 'em back

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

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

You listen to y'all shit, 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 around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, I just em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like Kane's Abel

The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff
The Ruff Ryders, what? The Ruff
The Ryders, what? The Ruff Ryders
The Ryders, what? 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 you prolly within'
I clap you, I clap him, and rule number one

my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
'Cause I records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all 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
P, your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

Ain't no niggaz, only fuck 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?"
Lick lips for this brown sugar
mine like a thumb, if you want, 'til I cum, uhh

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

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

Realizin', every guy fry or dead 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, what type of you on?
You through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
'Cause I'm comin' through wit a Yukon tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', your casket, throw the sack in it

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

my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a slaughter
your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for stocks 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
get a hold of a bankroll, let's role

Catch like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I your life and erase it
Wasted, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it worth shit
The undertaker take your ass the earth quicker

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 is now a mess under his fuckin' vest