Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

[yung
Man, rap niggas is high fashion
Flashin, talker, no
Read emcees like tv's with
Charts we smash on, guns we blast
Spit fire like dryers and drag dash on
Your career won't last long, real name lassiter
Four words for y'all, f type no
nastier, man you know what I mean
And I keep them diamonds blue, yellow, and green
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 think this just a rap
Well mister, address the gat and we'll address ya
Nasty, nasty, spittin raps
And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck that

You don't wanna war, you wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die will rough you up
You don't war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will you up
You don't wanna war, you wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz 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 whole block into a bleedin mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an easy
I pop buck shots like I'm ? ? ?
And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary
All talk, no show, springer
I don't care if you a skinny or a burly
I'ma have ya face lookin like a blurry
We shake your features, y'all make
And the eight'll make you shake you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, break the
And if you ever go to jail, they'll and beat'cha
up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
Got kicked pre-school, played to rough
I grew 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 make me for these, I got heat to squeeze
Make your face melt pizza cheese
You to leave, ''cause you don't stand a chance man
I get like mechanic hands
Y'all niggas all sweet like yams
blocks outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a handy man, with tools on the
Put'choo in the ambulance with in your face
a disgrace, you've 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
decide where you gon' die, trunk of the floor
''cause tell the law I don't know nothing at all
I was walkin my dog and discovered the ball
A lotta niggas think hard, this is somethin for y'all

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