Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, as well be a bed
And if you crack a nigga, might as well be a head
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 aint got blocks, ya muchacha
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear to blow out your chest
My bullets 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 for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, bend em back

Ayo I hope you aint your spouse
I be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my
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 settin the traps
You listen to shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all ain't got shit
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, Kane's cousin Harold

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders

Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll spin the corner you parle' with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and rule number one
my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the fuck you can get
Cause I 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 still get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's rapper

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash
Comma, burnin niggas
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
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, 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
tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, 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 you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a of a backdraft
my fire retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a I love a
Flood your daughter, full of holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
up in somethin that I cant control
Tryna get a of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the streets cause it ain't 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
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one less
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin vest