Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

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

And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,

The baby 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, yours
And bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

Ayo, I hope you tongue kissin' your spouse
I be fuckin' her in the mouth
Type of nigga at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick

And before you it, I'ma have her stuffin' my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll 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 settin' the traps
You listen to shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't nuttin' y'all faggots do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all 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
it to 'em at the light, like 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 spin the corner you parle with dun
I you, I clap him, and that's rule number one

Suckin' my dick, and I don't a fuck what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the fuck 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 fuckin' get it
A nigga that'll smack ya, fuck around and ya
Styles P., your favorite favorite rapper

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

What? What you want? Cutey at me like
Damn, where you from? You be comin' at me
Can I get some? Lick your lips for brown 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
Come on, burnin' often
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
the block roastin'

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

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

'Cause I'm comin' through wit a
tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, the sack in it
But half of it, 'cause y'all like half-ass dude

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

It's my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the
I show another how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for over 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 of a bankroll, lets role

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so it
Make me it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it worth shit
The undertaker your ass under the earth quick, I

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