Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

Yo, if gon' on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a
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 think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya punta
From the days in school, now a rule

And I drop my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I don't gotta fatigues to blow out your 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, to hand you a rag
So you can down the windows on the side of my jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek 'em back

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

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

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

'Cause every time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X.
that's narrow, I just smack 'em wit the barrel
Give it to 'em at the light, like Kanes cousin

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Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the corner while you parle dun
I you, I clap him, and that's rule number one

Suckin' my dick, and I 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 niggaz 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 rappers rapper

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

What? you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, you from? You be comin' at me like
Can I get some? your lips 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
on, burnin' niggas often
They me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the block

Light a dutch wit the comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see what holdin'
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead
I burn to a of 130, and my gun dirty

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

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

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

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

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

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