Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
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 motherfucker

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 wear fatigues to out your chest
My thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk

The nine 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 the windows on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

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

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

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

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

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Fuck you and son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker
Spell the corner while you parle with dun
I clap you, I clap him, and rule number 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 record
Y'all ain't sayin' shit until y'all bare weapons

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

Ain't no surprise niggaz, fuck wit recognized niggaz
girl want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take 'em in all and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them 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 brown
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, slash
Come on, burnin' often
They me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
the block roastin'

Light a dutch wit the comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see summers holdin'
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or rowdy
I to a degree 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 on and your inflammable suits on

'Cause I'm through wit a Yukon
Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, the sack in it
But only half of it, 'cause y'all like half-ass

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

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

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

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so it
Make me chase it, I take life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it worth shit
The take your ass under the earth quick, I

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