Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

Yo, if sleep on somethin', might as well be a bed
And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as be a head
'Cause if you the L.O.X.
You might as as well 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, ain't got blocks, ya punta
From the days in school, now a rule

And I could my chain in court, yeah, keeps ya cool
how ice be, I'm priceless, the iciest
And I don't gotta wear 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 down the windows on the side of my jag
Must I My shit paid for, yours tagged
And every bitch you grabbed, bend 'em back

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

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

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

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

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you and your 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 that's rule one

my dick, and I don't 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 record
Y'all niggaz ain't sayin' shit until y'all weapons

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

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

What you want? Cutey starin' at me like
Damn, where you You be comin' 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' niggas
They 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 rowdy
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 type of you on?
You better through your boots on and your suits on

I'm comin' through 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 half-ass

And we are one whole, and y'all is one slash two
My gun blast you, out the flames, what're you, firemen?
catch a hell of a back draft
'Cause my fire retirin', aight

It's my, survival instinct keeps my head above the water
Everyday I show another how a I a slaughter
Flood your daughter, of more holes than spurges
Taxin' businessmen for stocks lunches

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

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

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