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 gone spray blood you cough
'cause murderer (Like That)
And it's your learned
If you dance with tha
yo ass get burned

Gang professional
Meetin' yo was intentional
Your momma gonna theropy when you die
'cause I'ma sever your
And send yo momma yo
Who test a mothafucka
Bitch I'm the
Nigga in the
You rap is my targets
I'm ya out
Red beam on yo
don't play
I'm quick to ya dead
Bitch we broke
We all our cash
And an ole mothafucka
Still talkin'
I tha gat out
And stick it in yo
And why you niggas
The goin' all out

Bye Bye
These Rydas die
Bye
C'mon come try
Bye Bye
Buckshot boom
Bye
Rydas in the

Betta yo back
I got my gat
Right yo ass and let it fly
And watch your whole program
I give a fuck I'm like a
Rydin' in
And I be bustin'
With hot ass slugs
I sold drugs fot too
Now I'm killin' shit
Into bustin' hollow into
Who pop the lip
Clique
Foe Foe murdered the whole
Burn bitch down
Bitch ass can eat a glock

Ice spark one to yo
Launch on the
poured out in your memory (damn)
Whud you die
ta score
Outta Full pocket
That's why your heart
the blaze of riot
Any side-runner to undercut a Ryda
Get blasted up and
Than Lorde's vagina
we wiser
Than yo average bang hustla
up dust
When I
sumthin' ya

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

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

at me
Gangsta, Khakis and
Shotgun to your mouth hole

Blow yo apple
Into apple
yo momma
And her bout her horrible loss
But I guess no
yo luck
I ran out
And I bail out in a truck
I don't wanna see yo face no more
I'ma rip it off and then your skull

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

Bye Bye
Rydas don't die
Bye
C'mon come try
Bye Bye
Buckshot buck
Bye
Rydas in the

I see you bitches don't know
I let the gat do talkin'
I'm barkin' at these punk ass hos
Catch ya in my gunzone (Yayeaa)
All
Wit my on the tip of yo nose
And there it blaugh
Shootin'
For some in the day
Try ta rat a out
Now buried away
Niggas gettin' away (bye bye)
On the
the white sheet
Bitch ass
Now ya bug me

797 797
We are in the sky
We've located 5
They are heading bound on 7 mile
They just crossed
Please

797, this is coral police
We have, uh, in pursuit at this time
Once the are apprehended
We are going to suck units

Coral, is 797
Be
If the ejactulate
some for me