Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

Yo, if sleep on somethin', might as well 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, ain't got blocks, ya muchacha
From the days in school, now a rule

And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm laced in 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 wipe down the 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 ain't tongue kissin' spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
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 kiss you now, die later
I been nice since niggaz was movies on beta
Ready to clap, givin' me gats

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

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

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Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun,
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 a fuck what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the fuck you can get
'Cause I records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' shit until bare weapons

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

Ain't no surprise niggaz, only wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl want the world, gave ya pies
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? Lick your lips for brown sugar
Suck like a thumb, if you want, 'til I come, uh

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

a dutch wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my you could see what summers holdin'
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or rowdy
I to a degree of 130, and my gun dirty

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

'Cause I'm comin' through wit a
Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin', 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 niggaz is one two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, what're you,
You'll catch a of a back draft
'Cause my fire retirin', then

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

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

bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and it
Waste it, in the streets 'cause it ain't worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the quick, I

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