Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

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

And I could drop my in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My bullets when 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 on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek 'em back

Ayo, I hope you ain't kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
Type of nigga at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin' my

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized
Baby girl want the world, ya pies niggaz
No tops, 'em in all shape and size niggaz
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? Lick your lips for brown sugar
mine 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
on, burnin' niggas often
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
the block roastin'

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

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

I'm comin' through 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 like dude

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

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

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

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

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