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
Cause if you the L.O.X.
You as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I 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 gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk
The baby be on the daily, aint 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 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 it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice since niggaz was watchin movies on
Ready to clap, everybody me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You listen to y'all shit, then to our shit
nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got
Cause everytime I turn around on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin

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The Ryders! (What?) The Ruff 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
Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you
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 sayin shit y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's rapper

Aint no surprise niggaz, 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 you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, where you from?" You be at me like
"Can I get some?" your lips for this brown sugar
Suck like a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh

I be the D-R, A-G, O-N, slash often
Comma, burnin often
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the roastin
Light a dutch wit the flames comin,
In my eyes you see what summer's 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, what of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your unflammable on
Cause I'm comin through wit a
Black wit gats in it
you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a of a backdraft
cause my fire retirin, then

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my above the water
I show another how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fort
Caught up in somethin that I cant
Tryna get a of a bankroll, let's role
bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth
The undertaker take your ass under the quick, I
Love money, but the hot
So i up my man and the gamblin spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one less
What used to be his is now a mess under his fuckin vest