Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

[yung
Man, y'all rap is high fashion
Flashin, talker, no
Read like tv's with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we blast
Spit fire like blow and drag dash on
Your career won't last long, real shawn lassiter
words for y'all, f type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you know what I
And I them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green
So the look 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 think this a rap
Well mister, address the gat and we'll ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin raps
And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck that

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

I hate cops, and I like you less
I turn your whole block a bleedin mess
talk hard, and get an easy death
''cause I pop buck shots I'm ? ? ?
And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary
All talk, no show, jerry
I don't if you a skinny or a burly nigga
I'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry
We shake your features, make believers
And the eight'll make you shake like you the seizure
I ball of the scale, break the
And if you go to jail, they'll 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 money now I your jewelry

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

[yung
Don't make me reach for these, I got to squeeze
Make your face melt like pizza
You need to leave, ''cause you don't a chance man
I get greasy mechanic hands
Y'all niggas all sweet 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
You'se a disgrace, never been hot
And I can tell how you talkin you never been shot
Yo, it's whatever or not, if you want it, war
You can choose what i'ma use, the or the four
Then decide where you gon' die, trunk of the
i'ma 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,