Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo if sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might as well be a head
if you targettin the L.O.X.
You might as as target a box
That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I dont wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,
The baby nine be on the daily, aint no a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the on the side of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek em back

Ayo I you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
Cause I be fuckin her in the
Type of buck at your house
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And you know 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
to clap, everybody givin me gats
Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin the
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our
Ain't nuttin faggots could do but gossip
That's the now y'all niggaz ain't got shit
Cause everytime I turn y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz thats narrow, I just em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like cousin Harold

Chorus: 4X

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 spin the corner while you with dun
I clap you, I 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 record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin until y'all bare weapons
And even when you dead, you can fuckin get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck and clap ya
Styles P., favorite rapper's favorite rapper

Aint no niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Babygirl want the world, gave ya niggaz
No tops, take em in all shape and niggaz
No lie, prefer them ready do or die
What? you want? cutey starin at me like
"Damn, you from?" You be comin at me like
"Can I get some?" Lick lips for this brown sugar
Suck mine a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh

I be the D-R, A-G, O-N, slash often
Comma, niggas 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 summer's
Realizin, every guy I'll fry or rowdy
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 me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and unflammable suits on
Cause I'm through wit a Yukon
tinted wit gats 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, you, firemen?
catch a hell of a backdraft
cause my fire retirin, aight

Its my, survival that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a I a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes spurges
Taxin for stocks over lunches
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fort
Caught up in that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
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 worth shit
The undertaker take ass under the earth quick, I
money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest