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, as well be a head
Cause if you the L.O.X.
You might as as well a box
you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule
And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont wear fatigues 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 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 tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be fuckin her in the
Type of nigga buck at your
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, I'ma her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You listen to shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the now y'all niggaz ain't got shit
Cause everytime I 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 son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun,
SP'll the corner while 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, 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 when you dead, you can still fuckin get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck and clap ya
P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

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

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash
Comma, burnin often
call me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the roastin
Light a dutch wit the comin, toastin
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, tryin to me, what type of shit you on?
You better your boots on and your unflammable suits on
I'm comin through wit a Yukon
Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the 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 you, tryna out the flames, what're you, firemen?
catch a hell of a backdraft
cause my retirin, aight then

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head the water
Everyday I show another how a I a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes spurges
Taxin businessmen for 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 of a bankroll, let's role
Catch like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I your life and erase it
Waste it, in the streets cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the quick, I
money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the spot
Twenty is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a under his fuckin vest