Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

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

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

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

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

And before you know it, I'ma her stuffin' my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I been nice since niggaz was watchin' movies on
to clap, everybody givin' me gats

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

'Cause time I turn around y'all on the L.O.X. dick
Niggaz that's narrow, I just smack 'em wit the
Give it to 'em at the light, like cousin Harold

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Fuck you and son, y'all 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 clap him, and rule number one

Suckin' my dick, and I give 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
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' shit until bare weapons

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

Ain't no surprise niggaz, only wit recognized niggaz
Baby girl want the world, ya pies niggaz
No tops, 'em in all shape and size niggaz
No lie, prefer them do or die niggaz

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

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

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

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

I'm comin' through wit a Yukon
Black tinted wit in it
you while you smokin', send your casket, throw the sack in it
But only of it, 'cause y'all like half-ass dude

And we are one whole, and niggaz is one slash two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
catch a hell of a back draft
'Cause my retirin', aight then

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

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

Catch bodies a cold, and I stay slick so face it
me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fuckin' streets 'cause it worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the quick, I

Love money, but the hot
So I up my man and the gamblin' spot
grand is got, one niggaz shot, one nigga less
What to be his chest is now a mess under his fuckin' vest