Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
'Cause I 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 motherfucker

And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't gotta wear fatigues to out your chest
My bullets thump when I'm in some fly shit, punk

The nine be on the daily, ain't 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, tagged
And every you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

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

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

believe 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 y'all ain't got shit

every time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz narrow, I just smack 'em wit the barrel
it to 'em at the light, like 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 clap you, I clap him, and that's number one

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

And even when you dead, you can 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 want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take 'em in all and size niggaz
No lie, them ready do or die niggaz

What? What you want? starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be comin' at me
Can I get some? Lick your lips for brown sugar
mine like 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' niggas
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
Keep the roastin'

Light a dutch wit the flames comin',
In my eyes you could see summers holdin'
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead
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 inflammable on

'Cause I'm 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 y'all like dude

And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a draft
'Cause my retirin', aight then

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

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

Catch bodies 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 the earth quick, I

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