Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

Psychopathic Rydas up in that bitch ass, fucka
Trigga
When you see us coming, turn the around
And get the on
Lil
Speak on fools

I drop shit
With my gangsta
And everybody on the
my dick
Now my gangsta ways
And walk
I spit shit
I talk
Now what you mutha fuckas bout a Ryda in black?
Who be invested all his chedda on these and gats
I got ammunition to bring the fuckin' drama
Who wanna talk shit, where it's at, whatever
Who wanna test me, simply get wig pushed back
Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the
And if ya think we coming
You better your grip
Cause Lil and the Rydas
On some shit (mutha fucka!)

(Whut!)
(Whut!)
Where you at
We be out the cut
all
Gangsta
all
Gangsta shit, (and we) to the game and we hates to quit
Y'all bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a
Rydin' n fuckin' my
Bitch thug
Bitch, this shit 4 life mutha
Bullet, let these mutha know summ

at my craw
It's like bump bumpin'
Ryda
Dump dump
jumpin up, everybody's runnin'
King Kong Ryda
Bullet-Zilla's
Strompin on
on hogs
Can I be at one from a Ryda, (heeey)
I respect your set
Fuck hood
your baby mamma
And ya I could, bitch
I you missin like Twin Gats (ugh)
Lost in a cave wit dem rats and bats
My is Bullet
Soul gonna your brain
your spine and leave your limbs dinglin'
Dis is gangsta shit, this is all I
So when I show up, the safe and hit the floor (Yayeah!)

(Whut!)
(Whut!)
Where you at
We be out the cut
all
Gangsta
all
Gangsta shit, (and we) to the game and we hates to quit

Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out talkin loud
Friendly and shit
need to do us all a mutha fuckin' favor
Shut the up!
Full Clip, these niggas

(dump)
(blaugh)
(whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Rydas at the Moma Cop
And it don't stop, fizzle
Sprung legs get popped with a swizzle
Fo
We tha D
East to the West
And everything in
We seen
Unless we in a dress
and black trunks
Foot bank rolls

We the clique
gangsta shit
Any that oppose can eat a fat dick
I'm out fo the
So better freeze
And when we on yo go and call the police
Fool, I get out the corner, pull the from my waist
Cock the hammer and let one go in yo face
And leave yo fuckin body lyin on the floor
And wait with the Rydas to end the law (Psychopatchic!)

(Whut!)
(Whut!)
Where you at
We be out the cut
all
Gangsta
all
Gangsta shit, (and we) to the game and we hates to quit

From Chicago's side
To Fifth Ward
Watts, Central
All of shit, on and on
We it all
The
The
Foe Foe, wit it man.

Bitch, you learnt?
Rydas die
Foe Foe
Smokin' choke and stayin'
All you ho's get hands up
Put your cash up
The want the safe
And all the shit the mattress
Drop, get on the
Don't make me to get yo ho's
Cause if I do they'll find your body in another zone
Mind with this gangsta shit (gangsta)
Have your whole block ta bits
Then your bitch
I'm on some thug
On the corner, hustle drug shit
with my homies
Bustin' shots at punk ass (blah!!!)
Ain't nobody game us
We to bust
We da rust
And watch you gush

(Whut!)
(Whut!)
Where you at
We be out the cut
all
Gangsta
all
Gangsta shit, (and we) married to the and we hates to quit

Yea bitch, married to the motha game!
That's some real gangsta shit, mutha
That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell Block
Psychopathic mutha (Ye-ah!)

Detroit's, infamous, Psychopatchic
Back...10 feet deep up in that ass
Foe Foe, Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet
Dirty, mutha fuckaaa!
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