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
if you targetin' the L.O.X.
You might as as target a box

That you gon' in for years, all covered wit rocks
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what got
Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker 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 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 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 your spouse
'Cause I be fuckin' her in the
of nigga buck at your house
Too slick, means she be suckin' my

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

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

'Cause every time I turn y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz that's narrow, I just smack 'em wit the
Give it to 'em at the light, like 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 while you parle with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule one

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

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

Ain't no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit niggaz
Baby girl 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? Cutey at me like
Damn, where you You be comin' at me like
Can I get some? Lick your lips for this sugar
Suck like a thumb, if you want, 'til I come, uh

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

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

it got one bury, so you better run, hurry
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
tinted wit gats in it
Catch you while you smokin', your casket, throw the sack in it
But only of it, 'cause y'all like half-ass dude

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

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

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

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

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