Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya muchacha
the days 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 to blow out your chest
My bullets thump 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 wipe 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 ain't kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin' my

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

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

'Cause every I turn 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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you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, show you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the while you parle with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule one

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

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

Ain't no surprise niggaz, fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, 'em in all shape 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, often
on, burnin' niggas often
They me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the roastin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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