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 a box
That you gon' in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The nine be on the daily, aint no poppin a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours
And every you grabbed, Sheek bend em back

Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin spouse
I be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga at your house
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice since niggaz was watchin on Beta
Ready to clap, givin me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones the traps
You listen to y'all shit, listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin y'all could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all ain't got shit
everytime I turn 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, Kane's cousin Harold

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The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff Ryders

Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll spin the while you parle' with dun
I clap you, I him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dick, and I give a fuck what 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 when you dead, you can fuckin get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck and clap ya
Styles P., your rapper's favorite rapper

Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized
Babygirl want the world, ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in all shape and size
No lie, prefer ready do or die niggaz
What you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, where you from?" You be at me like
"Can I get some?" Lick your lips for this brown
Suck mine a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash
Comma, burnin often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the block
Light a dutch wit the comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or rowdy
I to a degree 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 boots on and your unflammable on
Cause I'm comin through wit a
Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, 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 of a backdraft
cause my fire retirin, then

Its my, survival that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, of more holes than spurges
Taxin for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin I cant 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
Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it worth shit
The undertaker take ass under the earth quick, I
Love money, but the hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin
grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin vest