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, might as be a head
if you targetin' the L.O.X.
You might as as well 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, ain't got blocks, ya punta
From the days in school, now a motherfucker

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

The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no 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 you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

Ayo, I you ain't tongue kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
Type of nigga buck at your
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 nice since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta
Ready to clap, givin' me gats

'Cause believe it or not, we be the settin' the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our
nuttin' 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 just 'em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like cousin Harold

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

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

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

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

What you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be comin' at me
Can I get some? Lick your lips for brown sugar
Suck mine 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, niggas often
They me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
the block roastin'

Light a wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see summers holdin'
Realizin', guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a 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 through your boots on and your suits on

I'm comin' through wit a Yukon
Black wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, throw the in it
But only half of it, 'cause y'all like dude

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

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

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

bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me it, I take your life and erase it
it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass 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
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin' vest