Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

you gon' sleep in for years, all covered wit rocks
'Cause I think not, I pop shots, I what y'all got
Ya hotshots, ain't got blocks, ya muchacha
From the in school, now a motherfucker rule

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

The nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, it's to you a rag
So you can wipe the windows on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, sheek 'em back

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

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

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

'Cause every time I turn around on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz narrow, I just smack 'em wit the barrel
it to 'em at the light, like Kanes cousin Harold

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Fuck you and your son, low wit the scum
Show me the money, I'll you a gun, motherfucker
Spell spin the while you parle with dun
I clap you, I him, and that's rule number one

Suckin' my dick, and I don't a fuck what you spit
Who you are, where you from, and who the you can get
'Cause I records, plus I got a jail record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' shit until bare weapons

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

no surprise niggaz, only fuck wit recognized niggaz
Baby want the world, gave ya pies niggaz
No tops, 'em in all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them ready do or die

What? What you Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, you from? You be comin' at me like
Can I get some? Lick your lips for this sugar
mine like a thumb, if you want, 'til I come, uh

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I be the D R, A G, dash O N, often
Come on, burnin' often
call me drag-on, I'm hot scorchin'
Keep the roastin'

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

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

'Cause I'm comin' wit a Yukon
Black tinted wit in it
Catch you while you smokin', send your casket, throw the 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,
You'll catch a hell of a draft
'Cause my retirin', aight then

It's my, instinct that keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show how a I love a slaughter
your daughter, full of more holes than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for over lunches

Wit these, I the breeze, and extort
Enough keys from the Cuban, to a fuckin' fort
up in somethin' that I cant control
Tryna get a of a bankroll, lets role

Catch bodies like a cold, and I stay slick so it
Make me chase it, I take your and erase it
it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it ain't worth shit
The take your ass under the earth quick, I

money, but the scrambles hot
So I snatch up my man and the spot
Twenty is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What used to be his chest is now a mess under his vest