Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo, if gon' sleep on somethin', 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 as as well target a box

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

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

The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a
But if I pop the trunk, to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the of my jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em

Ayo, I you ain't tongue kissin' your spouse
I be fuckin' her in the mouth
Type of buck 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 since niggaz was movies on beta
to clap, everybody 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 faggots could do but
That's the reason now y'all ain't got shit

'Cause time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
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, y'all low wit the
Show me the money, show you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the while you parle with dun
I clap you, I him, and that's rule 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 sayin' shit until y'all weapons

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

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

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

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I be the D R, A G, O N, slash often
on, burnin' niggas often
They call me drag-on, I'm hot
the block roastin'

Light a dutch wit the flames comin',
In my eyes you could see summers holdin'
Realizin', every guy I'll fry or dead
I burn to a degree of 130, and my gun

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

'Cause I'm through wit a Yukon
Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin', send casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, 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 of a back draft
my fire retirin', aight then

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

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

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