Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

That you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what got
Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya muchacha
From the 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 gotta wear fatigues to blow out your
My bullets 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, to hand you a rag
So you can down the windows on the side of my jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em

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 have her my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, die later
I been since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta
Ready to clap, givin' me gats

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

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

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Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll show you a gun,
Spell spin the corner while you parle dun
I clap you, I clap him, and that's number one

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

And even when you dead, you can fuckin' get it
A nigga smack ya, fuck around and clap ya
Styles P., your favorite favorite rapper

no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, take 'em in all shape and size
No lie, prefer them ready do or die

What you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be 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, dash O N, slash
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 what summers
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 run, hurry
Or one early
You wrong, tryin' to touch me, type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your inflammable on

'Cause I'm comin' wit a Yukon
tinted wit gats 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 is one slash two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a back
my fire retirin', aight then

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

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin' fort
Caught up in somethin' that I 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 life and erase it
it, in the fuckin' 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 spot
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin' vest