Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

[yung
Man, y'all rap niggas is fashion
Flashin, talker, no
Read emcees like tv's with
Charts we on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like blow dryers and dash on
career won't last long, real name shawn lassiter
Four for y'all, f type no passenger
nastier, man you know what I mean
And I keep them diamonds blue, yellow, and green
So the look like a twister mat
Man, I the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya face missed ya hat
This go out to those that think just a rap
Well mister, the gat and we'll address ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin raps
And I doubt that cats can fuck with that

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

I hate cops, and I like you even
I turn whole block 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, scary finger
All talk, no show, jerry
I don't care if you a or a burly nigga
I'ma have ya face lookin like a mirror
We your features, y'all make believers
And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the
I ball of the scale, the meter
And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and
up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
Got kicked outta pre-school, to rough
I straight 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 face melt like pizza cheese
You need to leave, you don't stand a chance man
I get greasy mechanic hands
Y'all niggas all sweet like yams
Clear outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a man, with 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 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
decide where you gon' die, trunk of the floor
''cause i'ma the law I don't know nothing at all
I was just my dog and discovered the ball
A lotta niggas think hard, this is somethin for y'all

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