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 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 aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule
And I drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I dont gotta fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump 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 bitch you grabbed, Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you aint tongue-kissin your
I be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been nice since niggaz was movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me
Cause believe it or not, we be the settin the traps
You to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin y'all could do but gossip
That's the reason now niggaz ain't got shit
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X.
Niggaz thats narrow, I 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
Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll spin the corner while you 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
I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin shit until y'all weapons
And even you dead, you can still fuckin get it
A nigga that'll ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's rapper

Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit niggaz
Babygirl want the world, ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in all and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them ready do or die
What? you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, where you from?" You be at me like
"Can I get some?" Lick your lips for brown sugar
mine 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 what summer's
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
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 through boots on and your unflammable suits on
I'm comin through wit a Yukon
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 y'all is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
You'll catch a hell of a
cause my retirin, aight then

Its my, instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin fort
up in somethin that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so it
Make me chase it, I take your and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't 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 nigga
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin vest