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, as well be a head
if you targetin' the L.O.X.
You might as as target a box

That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double y'all got
Ya hotshots, got blocks, ya punta muchacha
the days in school, now a motherfucker rule

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

The baby 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 windows on the 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
I be fuckin' her in the mouth
Type of nigga buck at house
Too slick, means she be suckin' my

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

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

'Cause every time I turn 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, show you a gun, motherfucker
spin the corner while you parle 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
I sell records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't shit until y'all bare weapons

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

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

What you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be comin' at me
Can I get some? Lick 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, slash
Come on, burnin' niggas
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
Keep the roastin'

Light a wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see what summers
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead
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, what type of you on?
You better through your boots on and your inflammable on

'Cause I'm comin' through wit a
Black wit gats in it
Catch you you smokin', send 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, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a back
'Cause my fire retirin', aight

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

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

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

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