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
'Cause if you the L.O.X.
You might as as well 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 punta
From the days in school, now a rule

And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out your
My bullets thump when I'm laced in 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 wipe down the windows on the of my jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

Ayo, I hope you ain't tongue your spouse
'Cause I be her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at your
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
to clap, everybody givin' me gats

'Cause believe it or not, we be the ones settin' the
You listen to y'all shit, then 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 turn around on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz that's narrow, I just smack 'em wit the
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 show you a gun,
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 give a what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the fuck you can get
'Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail
Y'all niggaz ain't shit until y'all bare weapons

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

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

What? What you want? Cutey at me like
Damn, where you You be comin' 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, slash
on, burnin' niggas 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', every guy I'll fry or rowdy
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun

'Cause it got one bury, so you better run,
Or one early
You wrong, tryin' to touch me, what of shit you on?
You better through your on and your inflammable suits on

'Cause I'm comin' wit a Yukon
tinted 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 is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll a hell of a back draft
my fire retirin', aight then

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

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

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
me chase 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 snatch up my man and the spot
Twenty is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a under his fuckin' vest