Luyện nghe bài hát Ryde Or Die (remix)

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

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

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

The baby nine be on the daily, no poppin' a trunk
But if I pop the trunk, to hand you a rag
So you can wipe down the on the side of my jag
Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours
And bitch you grabbed, sheek bend 'em back

Ayo, I you ain't tongue kissin' your 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 my bricks
Jada, if I you now, you'll die later
I nice since niggaz was watchin' movies on beta
Ready to clap, everybody givin' me

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

'Cause every time I 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 Kanes cousin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And we are one whole, and y'all niggaz is one two
My gun blast you, tryna out the flames, you, firemen?
You'll catch a hell of a back
'Cause my fire retirin', aight

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

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

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

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