Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

[yung
Man, rap niggas is high fashion
Flashin, talker, no
Read emcees like tv's with
Charts we on, guns we blast them
Spit fire like blow and drag dash on
career won't last long, real name shawn lassiter
Four words for y'all, f no passenger
Flow nastier, man you what I mean
And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and
So the wrist like a twister mat
Man, I the biscuit back and twist ya cap
Opps, clipped ya face just ya hat
This go out to that think this just a rap
Well mister, the gat and we'll address ya back
Nasty, nasty, spittin discusting
And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck that

You don't wanna war, you don't drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz rough you up
You don't wanna war, you wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will you up
You wanna war, you don't wanna drummer boy
These ryde or die boyz will you up
You don't wanna war, you wanna drummer boy
You want no drummer boy

I hate cops, and I like you less
I turn your whole block into a mess
talk hard, and get an easy death
''cause I pop buck like I'm ? ? ?
And I can tell you won't blow, scary finger
All talk, no show, jerry
I don't if you a skinny or a burly nigga
I'ma ya face lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake features, y'all make believers
And the eight'll make you like you fake the seizure
I of the scale, break the meter
And if you go to jail, they'll rape and beat'cha
up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
Got kicked pre-school, played to rough
I straight grew up, I'm a bully
Used to take your money now I steal your jewelry

Ha, okay, okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay,

[yung
make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze
Make your face melt like pizza
You to leave, ''cause you don't stand a chance man
I get greasy like mechanic
niggas all sweet like candy yams
Clear blocks outs, hop out the van
Lookin like a handy man, with on the waist
Put'choo in the ambulance with two's in face
You'se a disgrace, never been hot
And I can tell how you you ain't never been shot
Yo, it's whatever or not, if you want it, war
You can choose what i'ma use, the or the four
Then decide where you gon' die, of the floor
''cause i'ma tell the law I don't nothing at all
I was just my dog and discovered the ball
A lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin for

Okay, okay, okay,
Okay, okay, okay,