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 might as as target a box

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

And I drop my chain 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 thump when I'm laced in fly shit, punk

The baby nine be on the daily, no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, it's to you a rag
So you can down the windows on the side of my jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek 'em back

Ayo, I you ain't tongue kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be her in the mouth
Type of buck at your house
Too slick, she be suckin' my dick

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

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

'Cause every time I 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, Kanes cousin Harold

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you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker
Spell the corner 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 what you
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
'Cause I records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all ain't sayin' shit until y'all bare weapons

And when you dead, you can still fuckin' get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and 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, prefer ready do or die niggaz

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

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

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

'Cause it got one bury, so you run, hurry
Or catch one
You wrong, tryin' to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better 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', your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, y'all like half-ass dude

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

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

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

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

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