Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

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

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

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

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

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

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