Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

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

And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I don't gotta fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in fly shit, punk

The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a
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
I be fuckin' her in the mouth
Type of nigga at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin' my

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

'Cause believe it or not, we be the settin' the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then to our shit
Ain't nuttin' y'all faggots 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 narrow, I just smack 'em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like Kanes cousin

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

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

And even you dead, you can still fuckin' get it
A nigga that'll 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, 'em in all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer ready do or die niggaz

What? What you want? Cutey at me like
Damn, where you from? You be at me like
Can I get some? Lick your for this brown sugar
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, slash
Come on, burnin' often
call me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the block

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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