Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

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

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

I hate cops, and I like you less
I turn your whole block into a mess
Niggas talk hard, and get an easy
''cause I pop buck 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 skinny or a burly
I'ma have ya face lookin a blurry mirror
We shake features, y'all make believers
And the eight'll make you shake you fake the seizure
I ball of the scale, the meter
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 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 face melt like pizza cheese
You need to leave, ''cause you don't stand a man
I get greasy like mechanic
niggas all sweet like candy yams
Clear outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a man, with tools on the waist
Put'choo in the with two's in your face
a disgrace, you've never been hot
And I can tell how you talkin you ain't never shot
Yo, it's whatever or not, if you it, it's war
You can choose i'ma use, the pump or the four
Then decide where you gon' die, 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 they hard, this is somethin for

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