Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

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

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

The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the 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 kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
Type of buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin' my

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

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

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

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Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the corner while you with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and rule number one

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

And even when you dead, you can fuckin' get it
A that'll smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rappers favorite

no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take 'em in all and size niggaz
No lie, them ready do or die niggaz

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

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

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

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

'Cause I'm comin' through wit a
Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin', 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 is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a back
'Cause my fire retirin', then

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

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys the Cuban, to build a fuckin' fort
Caught up in somethin' 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 take life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't shit
The undertaker take your ass under the quick, I

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