Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo if sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, as well be a head
if you targettin the L.O.X.
You as as well target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya hotshots got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule
And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm 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, 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 buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my
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 on Beta
Ready to clap, givin 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 reason now y'all niggaz got shit
Cause everytime I turn around y'all on the L.O.X.
Niggaz thats narrow, I just em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, Kane's 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 you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll spin the while you parle' with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule one
my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the fuck you can get
Cause I sell records, I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't shit until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can fuckin get it
A that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
P., your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

Aint no surprise niggaz, fuck wit recognized niggaz
want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, em in all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them 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 sugar
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
the block roastin
Light a dutch wit the comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, every guy fry or dead rowdy
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty
Cause it got one bury, so you better run,
Or catch one
You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of you on?
You through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm through wit a Yukon
Black tinted wit 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?
catch a hell of a backdraft
cause my fire retirin, then

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head the water
Everyday I show another how a I love a
Flood your daughter, of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's
Catch bodies like a cold, and I slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it worth shit
The undertaker take ass under the earth quick, I
Love money, but the 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