Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya punta
From the 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 fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump I'm laced in some fly shit, punk

The baby be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, to hand 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 bend 'em

Ayo, I hope you tongue kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
Type of buck at your house
Too slick, she be suckin' my dick

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

'Cause believe it or not, we be the settin' the traps
You to y'all shit, then listen to our shit
Ain't y'all 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 that's narrow, I just 'em wit the barrel
it to 'em at the light, like Kanes 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 you parle with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and that's number one

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

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

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

What? you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you You be comin' at me like
Can I get Lick your lips 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
on, burnin' niggas often
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
Keep the roastin'

Light a dutch wit the flames comin',
In my you could see what summers holdin'
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead
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, what type of you on?
You better through boots on and your inflammable suits on

I'm comin' through wit a Yukon
Black wit gats in it
Catch you you smokin', send your casket, throw 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, you, firemen?
You'll catch a of a back draft
'Cause my fire retirin', then

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

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

Catch bodies like a cold, and I slick so face it
me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets it ain't worth shit
The take your 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 shot, one nigga less
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin' vest