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 well be a
Cause if you the L.O.X.
You might as as well a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ya punta muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear to blow out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby nine be on the daily, no poppin a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend em

Ayo I you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be fuckin her in the
Type of nigga buck at your
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you know it, have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on
Ready to clap, givin me gats
believe it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our
Ain't y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now niggaz ain't got shit
Cause everytime I around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, I smack em wit the barrel
it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Harold

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders

Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll the corner while you parle' with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and 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
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit y'all bare weapons
And even you dead, you can still fuckin get it
A that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., favorite rapper's favorite rapper

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

I be the D-R, A-G, O-N, slash often
Comma, niggas often
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the roastin
Light a dutch wit the flames comin,
In my you could see what summer's 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, type of shit you on?
You better your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm through wit a Yukon
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 like 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 a hell of a backdraft
cause my retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my above the water
Everyday I show how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I slick so face it
Make me chase it, I your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin cause it ain't worth shit
The take your ass under the earth quick, I
money, but the scrambles 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 under his fuckin