Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what 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 out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk

The nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, to hand you a rag
So you can down the windows on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

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

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

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

'Cause every time I 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 show you a gun,
Spell the corner while you parle with dun
I clap you, I him, and that's rule 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
'Cause I 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 smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite favorite rapper

no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl want the world, gave ya pies
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, where you You be comin' at me like
Can I get some? your lips for this brown sugar
Suck 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
Keep the block

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

it got one bury, so you better run, hurry
Or catch one
You wrong, tryin' to touch me, what type of you on?
You better through 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 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 that keeps my head the water
I show another how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than
Taxin' businessmen for stocks lunches

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

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

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