Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

I drop gangsta
With my gangsta
And everybody on the
Suck my
Now with my ways
And gangsta
I gangsta shit
Everytime I
Now what you mutha fuckas know bout a Ryda in
Who be invested all his chedda on these and gats
I got ammunition to the fuckin' drama whenever
Who wanna shit, where it's at, bitch whatever
Who wanna test me, simply get your wig back
Me and my Ryda homies ready for the attack
And if ya think we full
You better grab grip
Cause Lil Shank and the
On gangsta shit (mutha fucka!)

(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
Y'all bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a
Rydin' n my shit
I'ma thug
Bitch, shit 4 life mutha fucka
Bullet, let these mutha fuckas know

Look at my
It's bump bump bumpin'
Psychopathic
Dump dumpin'
Jump jumpin up, everybody's
King Ryda Daddy
comin
Strompin on
on hogs
Can I be at one a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)
I respect your set
Fuck hood
Fuck your baby
And ya know I could,
I leave you like Twin Gats (ugh)
Lost deep in a cave wit dem and bats
My is Bullet
Soul gonna pierce your
Sever your spine and leave limbs dinglin'
Dis is shit, this is all I know
So I show up, open 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 ass niggas out there talkin loud
and sayin' shit
Y'all need to do us all a fuckin' favor
the fuck up!
Full Clip, these niggas

(dump)
(blaugh)
(whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Rydas at the Moma Cop
And it stop, fizzle cleazay
Sprung legs get popped with a swizzle
Fo
We tha D
to the West Side
And in between
We seen
we in a dress code
Hoods and trunks
Foot thick rolls

We the hardest
Kickin' shit
Any bitches oppose can eat a fat dick
I'm out fo the
So bitches freeze
And we on yo block go and call the police
Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat my waist
Cock the hammer back and let one go in yo
And leave yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the
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) married to the game and we to quit

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

Bitch, you learnt?
don't die
Foe Foe
choke and stayin' high
All you ho's get your up
Put petty cash up
The Rydas want the
And all the shit the mattress
Drop, get on the
Don't me have to get yo ho's
Cause if I do they'll your body in another time zone
Mind blown with this shit (gangsta)
Have your block blown ta bits
Then fuck bitch
I'm on thug shit
On the corner, sell drug shit
with my homies
Bustin' shots at ass kids (blah!!!)
nobody game like us
We love to
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 game and we hates to

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

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