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, as well be a head
if you targettin the L.O.X.
You might as as target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta wear fatigues to blow out your
My bullets thump 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 down the on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend em back

Ayo I hope you tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be fuckin her in the
Type of buck at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And before you know it, I'ma her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
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, then listen to our
Ain't nuttin y'all faggots do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got
Cause I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like cousin Harold

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff

Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the
me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll spin the corner you parle' with dun
I you, I clap him, and thats 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, I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all weapons
And even when you dead, you can fuckin get it
A nigga that'll ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's favorite

Aint no niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Babygirl want the world, ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in all shape and niggaz
No lie, prefer ready do or die niggaz
What? What you cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?" You be comin 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, often
Comma, burnin niggas
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block
Light a dutch wit the comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what holdin
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or dead
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
Cause it got one bury, so you run, hurry
Or one early
You wrong, tryin to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable on
Cause I'm comin wit a Yukon
Black tinted wit 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 niggaz is one slash 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, survival instinct keeps my head above the water
I show another how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin fort
Caught up in that I cant control
get a hold 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 fuckin streets 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 grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga
used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest