Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
'Cause I 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
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to blow out chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,

The baby nine be on the daily, no poppin' 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 brag? My shit paid for, yours
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek '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 you know it, I'ma have her stuffin' my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice niggaz was watchin' movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin' me

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

'Cause every time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X.
Niggaz that's narrow, I just '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 clap you, I him, and that's rule number one

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

And even when you dead, you can fuckin' get it
A nigga smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite rappers 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 size
No lie, prefer ready do or die niggaz

What? What you want? Cutey at me like
Damn, where you from? You be at me like
Can I get some? Lick your for this 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, slash
Come on, niggas often
They me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the roastin'

Light a dutch wit the comin', toastin'
In my you could see what summers holdin'
Realizin', every guy 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, tryin' to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through 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, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a back
my fire retirin', aight then

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 holes than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for stocks lunches

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

Catch like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the 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 used to be his is now a mess under his fuckin' vest