Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo, if gon' sleep on somethin', 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

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

And I could drop my chain in court, yeah, 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 nine be on the daily, ain't no 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
I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek 'em back

Ayo, I hope you ain't kissin' your spouse
'Cause I be her in the mouth
of nigga buck 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 nice since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta
Ready to clap, givin' 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 could do but gossip
the reason now y'all niggaz ain't got shit

'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 cousin Harold

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

Suckin' my dick, and I don't a fuck what you spit
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 bare

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

Ain't no niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl want the world, gave ya pies
No tops, 'em in all shape and size niggaz
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 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
call me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the block

a dutch wit the flames comin', toastin'
In my eyes you could see what summers
Realizin', every guy 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 me, what type of shit you on?
You better through your boots on and your inflammable on

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

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

It's my, survival instinct that keeps my above the water
I show another how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, full of more holes than
Taxin' businessmen for over lunches

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

Catch bodies a cold, and I stay slick so face it
Make me chase it, I take your life and it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it worth shit
The undertaker take your ass 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 is now a mess under his fuckin' vest