Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde or Die Boyz

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

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

I hate cops, and I like you less
I turn your whole into 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 finger
All talk, no show, springer
I don't care if you a skinny or a nigga
I'ma have ya face like a blurry mirror
We shake your features, y'all make
And the eight'll make you shake you fake the seizure
I of the scale, break the meter
And if you ever go to jail, they'll and beat'cha
up, take a breather, I'm way too tough
Got kicked outta pre-school, to rough
I grew up, I'm still a bully
Used to take your lunch money now I your jewelry

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

[yung
Don't make me reach for these, I got heat to
Make your face melt like pizza
You to leave, ''cause you don't stand a chance man
I get like mechanic hands
Y'all niggas all sweet like candy
blocks outs, hop out the family van
Lookin like a man, with tools on the waist
Put'choo in the with two's in your face
You'se a disgrace, never been hot
And I can tell how you talkin you never been shot
Yo, it's whatever or not, if you want it, war
You can choose what use, the pump or the four
Then decide where you gon' die, trunk of the
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,