Luyện nghe bài hát Bye Bye

Tom Dub


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(Hooha hooha)

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Don
I blow ya piece off (hey)
And you spray blood everytime you cough
'cause I'ma (Like That)
And it's your learned
If you with tha devil
yo ass get burned

Gang professional
Meetin' yo was intentional
Your momma gonna theropy when you die
'cause I'ma your head
And yo momma yo eyiieaa
Who wanna test a
I'm the hardest
Nigga in the
You rap is my targets
I'm ya out
Red beam on yo
Rydas play
I'm quick to ya dead
Bitch we ain't
We all about our
And an ole mothafucka
Still trash
I tha gat out
And stick it in yo
And why you cryin'
The Rydas all out

Bye Bye
Rydas don't die
Bye
killa come try
Bye Bye
Buckshot boom
Bye
in the room

Betta yo back
I got my gat
between yo ass and let it fly
And your whole program drop
I give a I'm like a hitman
in trucks
And I be bustin'
With hot ass slugs
I drugs fot too long
Now I'm inta killin'
bustin' hollow into bitches
Who pop the lip
Ryda
Foe Foe the whole block
that bitch down
Bitch ass niggas can eat a

Ice one to yo chest
Launch on the
Forty poured out in memory (damn)
Whud you die
Tryin' ta
Full Clip's pocket
That's why your heart
From the blaze of
Any side-runner to undercut a Ryda
Get blasted up and
Than Tracy Lorde's
we wiser
Than yo gang bang hustla
Kickin' up
I bust
Ryde ya

Bye Bye
These Rydas die
Bye
killa come try
Bye Bye
Buckshot buck
Bye
in the room

Pucker up and kiss your ass
All you none mothafuckas
You can eat a and die
What you about a thug?
you know about a G?
You ain't a mothafucka
You shit to me
No matter what those niggas try to tell you though
Fuck you and yo
And yo jaw gettin'
If you Foe Foe
Bullet or Cell
Full or Lil' Shank
You can eat a

at me
Gangsta, Khakis and
Shotgun barrel to mouth hole

Blow yo apple
Into sauce
yo momma
And tell her bout her horrible
But I guess no
yo luck
I ran out
And I out in a black truck
I don't even wanna see yo no more
I'ma rip it off and then punch skull

mothafucka
Breathe on Eight and Sherm
When you gonna
That a Ryda let his pistol
Contact a firm
And get wig broke
teflon to yo head, legs, chest, and throat
Let it be
To the of your bitch crew
no limitations
Shit...who we run
You you
Kiss yo momma with two from my (BUCK BUCK BUCK)
bitty bye bye

Bye Bye
These don't die
Bye
C'mon killa try
Bye Bye
Buckshot boom
Bye
in the room

I see you still don't know
I let the gat do talkin'
When I'm barkin' at punk ass hos
Catch ya slippin' in my (Yayeaa)
All
Wit my on the tip of yo nose
And it goes blaugh
bitches
For back in the day
Try ta rat a out
Now they away
gettin' carried away (bye bye)
On the
the white sheet
Bitch ass
Now ya bug me

797 797
We are in the sky
We've 5 suspects
They are heading east on 7 mile
They crossed woodward
respond

797, is coral police responding
We have, uh, units in pursuit at time
the suspects are apprehended
We are going to their units

Coral, is 797
Be
If the ejactulate
some for me