Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

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

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

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

The baby nine be on the daily, no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, it's to you a rag
So you can down the windows on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My paid for, yours tagged
And every you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

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

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

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

'Cause every 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, low wit the scum
me the money, I'll show you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the corner while you with dun
I clap you, I him, and that's rule number one

Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a 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 sayin' shit until y'all bare weapons

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

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

What? What you want? starin' at me like
Damn, where you from? You be at me like
Can I get Lick your 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, dash O N, slash
Come on, niggas often
They me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the roastin'

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

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

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

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

It's my, survival instinct that my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a I love a
Flood your daughter, full of more 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' that I control
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, role

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
Make me it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't 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 grand is got, one niggaz shot, one less
What used to be his chest is now a mess his fuckin' vest