Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

[yung
Man, y'all rap niggas is high
Flashin, talker, no
Read emcees like with captions
we smash on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like dryers and drag dash on
career won't last long, real name shawn lassiter
Four for y'all, f type no passenger
Flow nastier, man you know what I
And I keep them diamonds blue, yellow, and green
So the wrist look like a mat
Man, I cock the back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya face just ya hat
This go out to those that this just a rap
Well mister, address the gat and we'll address ya
Nasty, nasty, discusting raps
And I doubt that cha'll can fuck with that

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

I hate cops, and I you even less
I turn your whole block into a bleedin
Niggas hard, and get an easy death
I pop buck shots like I'm ? ? ?
And I can tell you won't blow, gotta finger
All talk, no show, springer
I don't care if you a or a burly nigga
I'ma have ya lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, y'all make
And the eight'll make you shake like you the seizure
I of the scale, break the meter
And if you go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha
up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
Got outta pre-school, played to rough
I straight grew up, I'm a bully
Used to take your lunch money now I steal your

Ha, okay, okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay,

[yung
Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to
Make your melt like pizza cheese
You need to leave, ''cause you don't stand a man
I get like mechanic hands
Y'all niggas all sweet like candy
Clear blocks outs, hop out the 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 what i'ma use, the pump or the four
Then decide where you gon' die, of the floor
''cause i'ma tell the law I know nothing at all
I was just my dog and discovered the ball
A lotta think they hard, this is somethin for y'all

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