Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

Yo, if sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might as well be a head
'Cause if you the L.O.X.
You as as well target a box

That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what got
Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya punta
From the days in school, now a rule

And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,

The baby nine be on the daily, no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em

Ayo, I hope you ain't tongue your spouse
'Cause I be her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your
Too slick, means she be my dick

And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin' my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggaz was movies on beta
to clap, everybody givin' me gats

'Cause it or not, we be the ones settin' the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then to our shit
nuttin' y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now niggaz ain't got shit

'Cause every I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz that's narrow, I smack 'em wit the barrel
it to 'em at the light, like Kanes cousin Harold

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you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker
Spell the corner while you parle with dun
I clap you, I him, and that's rule number one

Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz sayin' shit until y'all bare weapons

And when you dead, you can still fuckin' get it
A nigga smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rappers rapper

Ain't no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit niggaz
Baby girl want the world, gave ya niggaz
No tops, take 'em in all shape and size
No lie, prefer ready do or die niggaz

What? you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, you from? You be comin' at me like
Can I get some? your lips for this brown sugar
Suck like a thumb, if you want, 'til I come, uh

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I be the D R, A G, dash O N, slash
Come on, burnin' often
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
Keep the roastin'

Light a wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see what holdin'
Realizin', every guy fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty

it got one bury, so you better run, hurry
Or catch one
You wrong, to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your on and your inflammable suits on

'Cause I'm through wit a Yukon
Black wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, y'all like half-ass dude

And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
catch a hell of a back draft
'Cause my retirin', aight then

It's my, survival instinct that keeps my head the water
Everyday I show another how a I a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than
Taxin' for stocks over lunches

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin' fort
Caught up in somethin' that I control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role

Catch like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I your life and erase it
it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't worth shit
The take your ass under the earth quick, I

Love money, but the hot
So I snatch up my man and the spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one less
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin' vest