Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

Yo, if gon' sleep on somethin', 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 might as as target a box

That you sleep 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 in school, now a motherfucker rule

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

The baby be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, it's to you a rag
So you can wipe the windows on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My shit for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed, sheek bend '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 my dick

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

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

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

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Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the
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 that's number one

Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck 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 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 and clap ya
Styles P., your rappers favorite rapper

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

What? What you Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be at me like
Can I get Lick your lips for this 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
Come on, niggas often
They me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the block

Light a dutch wit the comin', toastin'
In my you could see what summers holdin'
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or 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 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 wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', your casket, throw 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, tryna out the flames, what're you,
You'll catch a of a back draft
'Cause my retirin', aight then

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

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

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

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