Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

[yung
Man, y'all rap niggas is high
Flashin, talker, no
Read like tv's with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we them
Spit fire like blow dryers and drag on
Your career last long, real name shawn lassiter
Four words for y'all, f type no
nastier, man you know what I mean
And I keep them shinin blue, yellow, and green
So the look like a twister mat
Man, I cock the biscuit and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya 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 discusting
And I doubt that cats can fuck with that

You don't wanna war, you don't drummer boy
These ryde or die will rough you up
You don't wanna war, you wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die will touch you up
You don't wanna war, you don't drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz 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 your whole block into a mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an death
''cause I pop buck like I'm ? ? ?
And I can tell you blow, gotta scary finger
All talk, no show, springer
I don't if you a skinny or a burly nigga
have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, y'all believers
And the eight'll make you shake like you the seizure
I ball of the scale, the meter
And if you ever go to jail, they'll and beat'cha
Hold up, take a breather, I'm way too
Got outta pre-school, played to rough
I straight grew up, I'm still a
Used to take your lunch money now I steal your

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

[yung
Don't me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze
Make your face like pizza cheese
You need to leave, ''cause you stand a chance man
I get like mechanic hands
Y'all 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 two's in your face
You'se a disgrace, never been hot
And I can how you talkin you ain't never 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 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 lotta niggas think hard, this is somethin for y'all

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