Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

Psychopathic Rydas up in that ass, mutha fucka
deep
When you see us coming, the fuck around
And get the on
Lil
Speak on these

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

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

Look at my
It's bump bump bumpin'
Psychopathic
Dump dumpin'
Jump jumpin up, everybody's
King Kong Daddy
Bullet-Zilla's
Strompin on
on hogs
Can I be at one a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)
I don't respect set
Fuck hood
Fuck baby mamma
And ya know I could,
I leave you like Twin Gats (ugh)
Lost deep in a cave wit dem and bats
My name is
gonna pierce your brain
Sever spine and leave your limbs dinglin'
Dis is gangsta shit, is all I know
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 out there talkin loud
and sayin' shit
Y'all need to do us all a fuckin' favor
the fuck up!
Full Clip, fuck niggas

(dump)
(blaugh)
(whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Rydas at the Moma Cop
And it don't stop, cleazay
Sprung legs get popped with a greasy
Fo
We tha D
East to the Side
And everything in
We seen
we in a dress code
Hoods and black
Foot thick rolls

We the clique
Kickin' gangsta
Any bitches that can eat a fat dick
I'm out fo the
So bitches better
And when we on yo go and call the police
Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat from my
Cock the back and let one go in yo face
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

From Chicago's south
To Houston's Fifth
Watts, South
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 your up
Put petty cash up
The Rydas the safe
And all the shit the mattress
Drop, get on the
make me have to get yo ho's
Cause if I do they'll find your body in time zone
Mind blown with gangsta shit (gangsta)
Have your whole block blown ta
Then fuck your
I'm on some thug
On the corner, sell drug shit
Rydin' with my
shots at punk ass kids (blah!!!)
Ain't game like us
We love to
We love da
And watch you blood

(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 gangsta shit, mutha faacko
That's Bullet, Foe Foe, Clip, Lil' Shank, and I'm Cell Block
Psychopathic mutha (Ye-ah!)

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