Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

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

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 wanna boy
These ryde or die will touch 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 wanna drummer boy
You want no drummer boy

I hate cops, and I you even 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 you won't blow, gotta scary finger
All talk, no show, jerry
I don't care if you a skinny or a burly
I'ma have ya lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, make believers
And the eight'll you shake like you fake the seizure
I of the scale, break the meter
And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and
Hold up, take a breather, I'm way too
Got kicked outta pre-school, played to
I straight grew up, I'm a bully
Used to take your lunch now I steal 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 cheese
You need to leave, ''cause you don't a chance man
I get like mechanic hands
Y'all all sweet like candy yams
Clear outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a handy man, tools on the waist
in the ambulance with two's in your face
You'se a disgrace, 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 i'ma use, the or the four
Then where you gon' die, trunk of the floor
''cause i'ma tell the law I don't know at all
I was just walkin my dog and the ball
A lotta niggas think they hard, is somethin for y'all

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