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 smash on, we blast them
Spit fire like blow and drag dash on
Your career won't last long, real name lassiter
Four for y'all, f type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you what I mean
And I keep them shinin blue, yellow, and green
So the wrist look a twister mat
Man, I the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Opps, ya face just missed ya hat
This go out to that think this just a rap
Well mister, address the gat and address ya back
Nasty, nasty, discusting raps
And I doubt that cha'll cats can with that

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

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

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

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

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