Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

[yung
Man, y'all rap niggas is fashion
Flashin, talker, no
Read emcees like with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we blast
Spit fire like blow dryers and dash on
Your career last long, real name shawn lassiter
words for y'all, f type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you know I mean
And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and
So the wrist look a twister mat
Man, I the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya just missed ya hat
go out to those that think this just a rap
Well mister, the gat and we'll address ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin discusting
And I that cha'll cats can fuck with that

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

I hate cops, and I like you even
I your whole block into a bleedin mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an easy
''cause I pop buck like I'm ? ? ?
And I can tell you won't blow, scary finger
All talk, no show, jerry
I don't care if you a skinny or a nigga
I'ma have ya face lookin a blurry mirror
We shake your features, make believers
And the eight'll make you like you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, break the
And if you ever go to jail, rape and beat'cha
Hold up, take a breather, I'm way too
Got kicked outta pre-school, to rough
I straight grew up, I'm still a
Used to take your lunch now I steal your jewelry

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

[yung
make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze
Make your face melt like pizza
You need to leave, you don't stand a chance man
I get like mechanic hands
Y'all niggas all like candy yams
Clear outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a handy man, tools on the waist
Put'choo in the ambulance with two's in your
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 want it, war
You can choose i'ma use, the pump or the four
Then decide where you gon' die, of the floor
''cause tell the law I don't know nothing at all
I was just walkin my dog and the ball
A lotta think they hard, this is somethin for y'all

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