Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

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

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

I hate cops, and I you even less
I turn your whole block a bleedin mess
Niggas hard, and get an easy death
I pop buck shots like I'm ? ? ?
And I can tell you won't blow, gotta scary
All talk, no show, springer
I don't care if you a skinny or a nigga
I'ma have ya lookin like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, make believers
And the eight'll make you shake like you fake the
I ball of the scale, break the
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 grew up, I'm still a bully
Used to take your lunch now I steal your jewelry

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

[yung
Don't make me for these, I got heat to squeeze
Make your face melt pizza cheese
You need to leave, ''cause you don't a chance man
I get greasy like mechanic
Y'all all sweet like candy yams
Clear outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a handy man, tools 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 talkin you ain't been shot
Yo, it's or not, if you want it, it's war
You can choose i'ma use, the pump or the four
Then where you gon' die, trunk of the floor
i'ma tell the law I don't know nothing at all
I was walkin my dog and discovered the ball
A lotta niggas think they hard, is somethin for y'all

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