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 be a head
Cause if you the L.O.X.
You might as as well a box
That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya aint got blocks, ya punta 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 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 wipe the windows on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend em

Ayo I hope you aint your spouse
Cause I be fuckin her in the
Type of buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin my
And before you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been nice since was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You listen to y'all shit, listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz got shit
Cause everytime I around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, I smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like cousin Harold

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ryders

Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun,
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 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 until bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can still get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rapper's rapper

Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit niggaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya niggaz
No tops, take em in all and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them do or die niggaz
What? What you want? cutey at me like
"Damn, where you from?" You be at me like
"Can I get some?" Lick your 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 niggas
They call me Drag-On, I'm hot
Keep the block
a dutch wit the flames 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, what 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, send casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all like half-ass
And we are one whole, and y'all is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
catch a hell of a backdraft
cause my fire retirin, aight

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 holes than
businessmen for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin fort
Caught up in somethin that I control
get a hold of a bankroll, let's role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
Make me chase it, I take life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin streets it ain't worth shit
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 nigga
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin