Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

[yung
Man, y'all rap niggas is high
Flashin, talker, no
Read emcees like with captions
Charts we smash on, guns we blast
Spit fire like dryers and drag dash on
Your career won't last long, name shawn lassiter
Four for y'all, f type no passenger
nastier, man you know what I mean
And I keep diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green
So the wrist look a twister mat
Man, I cock the 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 we'll address ya
Nasty, nasty, spittin discusting
And I doubt that cha'll cats can with that

You don't war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die will rough you up
You don't wanna war, you wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will you up
You wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These or die boyz will bust 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
Niggas hard, and get an easy death
''cause I pop buck shots I'm ? ? ?
And I can you won't blow, gotta scary finger
All talk, no show, jerry
I don't care if you a skinny or a nigga
have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake features, y'all make believers
And the make you shake like you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, break the
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 straight grew up, I'm a bully
Used to your lunch money now I steal your 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 need to leave, ''cause you don't a chance man
I get greasy mechanic hands
niggas all sweet like candy yams
Clear outs, hop out the family van
Lookin a handy man, with tools on the waist
Put'choo in the ambulance two's in your face
You'se a disgrace, you've been hot
And I can tell how you talkin you never been shot
Yo, it's whatever or not, if you it, it's war
You can choose what i'ma use, the or the four
Then decide you gon' die, trunk 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 niggas they hard, this is somethin for y'all

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