Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots, got blocks, ya punta muchacha
From the days in school, now a 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 wear to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm in some fly shit, punk

The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a
But if I pop the trunk, to hand you a rag
So you can down the windows on the side of my jag
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek 'em back

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

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

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

every time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz that's narrow, I smack '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
Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the corner while you with dun
I you, I clap him, and that's rule 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
I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' shit until bare weapons

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

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

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

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

Light a dutch wit the flames comin',
In my eyes you could see summers holdin'
Realizin', every guy 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, to touch me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and inflammable suits on

'Cause I'm through wit a Yukon
Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, the sack in it
But only half of it, 'cause 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 draft
'Cause my retirin', aight then

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

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

Catch 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 under the quick, I

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