Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

[yung
Man, y'all rap niggas is fashion
Flashin, talker, no
Read emcees like tv's captions
Charts we on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like blow dryers and dash on
Your career won't last long, real name lassiter
words for y'all, f type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you know what I
And I keep them diamonds blue, yellow, and green
So the look like a twister mat
Man, I cock the back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya face just ya hat
This go out to those think this just a rap
mister, address the gat and we'll address ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin raps
And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with

You don't wanna war, you don't wanna boy
These ryde or die will rough you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna boy
These or die boyz will touch you up
You wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die will bust you up
You don't war, you don't wanna drummer boy
You want no drummer boy

I hate cops, and I like you less
I turn whole block into a bleedin mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an death
''cause I pop buck shots I'm ? ? ?
And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary
All talk, no show, springer
I care if you a skinny or a burly nigga
I'ma have ya lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, make believers
And the eight'll make you shake you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, the meter
And if you go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha
up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
Got kicked pre-school, played to rough
I straight grew up, I'm a bully
Used to take your lunch money now I steal your

Ha, okay, okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay,

[yung
Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to
Make your face melt like cheese
You need to leave, ''cause you stand a chance man
I get greasy like hands
Y'all all sweet like candy yams
Clear blocks outs, hop out the van
Lookin a handy man, with tools on the waist
Put'choo in the with two's in your face
You'se a disgrace, you've never hot
And I can tell how you talkin you ain't been shot
Yo, whatever or not, if you want it, it's war
You can choose what i'ma use, the pump or the
decide where you gon' die, trunk of the floor
''cause i'ma the law I don't know nothing at all
I was just walkin my dog and discovered the
A niggas think they hard, this is somethin for y'all

Okay, okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay,