Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

[yung
Man, y'all rap niggas is fashion
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 won't last long, real name shawn
Four for y'all, f type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you what I mean
And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and
So the wrist look a twister mat
Man, I cock the biscuit back and 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 can fuck with that

You wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will you up
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna boy
These or die boyz will touch you up
You don't war, you don't 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 cops, and I like you even less
I turn whole block into a bleedin mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an easy
''cause I pop shots like I'm ? ? ?
And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary
All talk, no show, springer
I don't if you a skinny or a burly nigga
I'ma ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
We your features, y'all make believers
And the eight'll make you like you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, the meter
And if you ever go to jail, they'll and beat'cha
up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
Got kicked outta pre-school, played to
I straight up, I'm still a bully
to take your lunch money 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 pizza cheese
You need to leave, ''cause you don't stand a man
I get like mechanic hands
niggas all sweet like candy yams
Clear blocks outs, hop out the van
Lookin like a handy man, with tools on the
Put'choo in the ambulance with two's in face
You'se a disgrace, you've 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 what i'ma use, the pump or the four
Then decide where you gon' die, of the floor
''cause i'ma the law I don't know nothing 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,