Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo if gon' sleep on somethin, might as be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you the L.O.X.
You might as as well a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
Cause I not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ya punta
the days 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 gotta wear fatigues to blow out 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
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, Sheek em back

Ayo I hope you aint your spouse
Cause I be her in the mouth
Type of nigga at your house
Too slick, she be suckin my dick
And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been since niggaz 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 y'all shit, listen to our shit
nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got
Cause everytime I turn around on the L.O.X. dick
thats narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
Give it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff

Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun,
SP'll spin the while you parle' with dun
I you, I clap him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the 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 still get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, around and clap ya
Styles P., your rapper's favorite rapper

Aint no surprise niggaz, only wit recognized niggaz
Babygirl want the world, ya pies 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, where you from?" You be comin at me
"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 often
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block
a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my eyes you could see what summer's
Realizin, guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun
Cause it got one bury, so you better run,
Or catch one
You wrong, tryin to touch me, type of shit you on?
You through your boots on and your unflammable suits on
Cause I'm comin through wit a
Black wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin, send your casket, throw the in it
But half of it, cause y'all like half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a
cause my fire retirin, then

Its my, survival instinct that my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a I love a
Flood your daughter, full of more than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks lunches
Wit these, I shoot the breeze, and
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin
Caught up in that I cant control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role
Catch bodies like a cold, and I slick so face it
Make me it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it worth shit
The undertaker take your ass the earth quick, I
money, but the scrambles hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin
Twenty grand is got, one shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a under his fuckin vest