Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

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

And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,

The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, it's to you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the of my jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

Ayo, I hope you tongue kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
Type of nigga buck at your
Too slick, she be suckin' my dick

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

'Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin' the
You listen to y'all shit, listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin' y'all could do but gossip
the reason now y'all 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
Give it to 'em at the light, 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 spin the corner while you parle dun
I clap you, I him, and that's rule number one

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

And even when you dead, you can still get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and ya
Styles P., favorite rappers favorite rapper

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

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

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

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

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

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

And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a draft
'Cause my fire retirin', then

It's my, survival instinct keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of holes than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for stocks over

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

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

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