Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die

Yo if sleep on somethin, might as well be a bed
And if you gon' a nigga, might as well be a head
Cause if you the L.O.X.
You might as as target a box
That you gon' sleep in for years, all wit rocks
Cause I not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got
Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ya punta
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule
And I drop 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 bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit,
The baby nine be on the daily, aint no a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, its to you a rag
So you can wipe down the windows on the of my Jag
Must I brag? My shit for, yours tagged
And bitch you grabbed, Sheek bend em back

Ayo I you aint tongue-kissin your spouse
I be fuckin her in the mouth
Type of nigga at your house
Too slick, means she be my dick
And you know it, I'ma have her stuffin my bricks
Jada, if I kiss you now, you'll die
I been nice niggaz was watchin movies on Beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin me
Cause it or not, we be the ones settin the traps
You listen to y'all shit, then listen to our
nuttin y'all faggots could do but gossip
That's the reason now y'all ain't got shit
Cause everytime I turn y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz narrow, I just smack em wit the barrel
it to em at the light, like Kane's cousin Harold

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The Ruff Ryders! (What?) The Ruff

Fuck you and your son, y'all low wit the
Show me the money, show you a gun, motherfucker
SP'll spin the corner while you parle' dun
I clap you, I him, and thats rule number one
Suckin my dick, and I dont 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
niggaz 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., your rapper's favorite rapper

Aint no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit niggaz
Babygirl want the world, ya pies niggaz
No tops, take em in all and size niggaz
No lie, them ready do or die niggaz
What? What you want? cutey at me like
"Damn, where you from?" You be at me like
"Can I get some?" Lick your for this brown sugar
mine like a thumb, if you want, til I come, uh

I be the D-R, A-G, dash O-N, slash
Comma, niggas often
They me Drag-On, I'm hot scorchin
Keep the block
a dutch wit the flames comin, toastin
In my you could see what summer's holdin
Realizin, guy I'll fry or dead rowdy
I burn to a 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 better through your boots on and your unflammable on
Cause I'm comin through wit a
Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin, your casket, throw the sack in it
But only half of it, cause y'all half-ass dude
And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a
cause my fire retirin, then

Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the
Everyday I show how a I love a slaughter
Flood your daughter, of more holes than spurges
Taxin businessmen for stocks over
Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to build a fuckin
Caught up in somethin that I cant
Tryna get a hold of a bankroll, let's
Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay so face it
me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin streets cause it ain't worth
The undertaker take your ass the earth quick, I
Love money, but the hot
So i snatch up my man and the gamblin
Twenty grand is got, one niggaz shot, one less
used to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin vest