Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo if gon' on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a
if you targettin the L.O.X.
You as as well target a box
you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I not, I pop shots, I double what y'all 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, keeps ya
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,
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 down 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 it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggaz was movies on Beta
to clap, everybody givin me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our
nuttin y'all faggots 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, like 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 corner while you parle' 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, where you from, and who the you can get
Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail
Y'all niggaz sayin 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., 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 comin at me
"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, dash O-N, often
Comma, burnin often
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the roastin
Light a dutch wit the flames comin,
In my eyes you could see summer's holdin
Realizin, guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you 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
I'm comin through wit a Yukon
Black wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send 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 of a backdraft
cause my fire retirin, aight

Its my, instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a I a slaughter
Flood daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough from the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I cant
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's
bodies like a cold, and I stay 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 up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin vest