Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

That you sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all 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
That's how ice be, I'm priceless, the
And I gotta wear fatigues to blow 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, it's to you a rag
So you can wipe the windows on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em

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

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

'Cause believe it or not, we be the ones 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

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

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you and your son, y'all low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the while you parle with dun
I you, I clap him, and that's rule number one

my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit
Who you are, you from, and who the fuck you can get
'Cause I records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all 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, around and clap ya
Styles P., favorite rappers favorite rapper

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

What? What you Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be at me like
Can I get some? Lick your lips for this sugar
Suck mine a thumb, if you want, 'til I come, uh

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

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

'Cause it got one bury, so you better run,
Or one early
You wrong, tryin' to touch me, type of shit you on?
You through your boots on and your inflammable suits on

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

And we are one whole, and niggaz is one slash 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 instinct keeps my head above the water
Everyday I another how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, of more holes than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for 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
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, lets

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

Love money, but the 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