Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

I drop gangsta
my gangsta click
And everybody on the
Suck my
Now my gangsta ways
And gangsta
I spit gangsta
I talk
Now you mutha fuckas know bout a Ryda in black?
Who be invested all his on these trees and gats
I got to bring the fuckin' drama whenever
Who wanna talk shit, it's at, bitch whatever
Who wanna test me, get your wig pushed back
Me and my four homies ready for the attack
And if ya think we full
You better grab grip
Lil Shank and the Rydas
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 game and we hates to
Y'all bitch ass niggas like you know a mu-fucka
Rydin' n my shit
Bitch thug
Bitch, this 4 life mutha fucka
Bullet, let these mutha know summ

Look at my
It's like bump bump
Ryda
Dump dumpin'
Jump up, everybody's runnin'
Kong Ryda Daddy
Bullet-Zilla's
Strompin on
Crushin' on
Can I be at one from a Ryda, (heeey)
I respect your set
Fuck your
Fuck baby mamma
And ya I could, bitch
I you missin like Twin Gats (ugh)
deep in a cave wit dem rats and bats
My name is
Soul gonna your brain
Sever your spine and leave your limbs
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 mutha favor
Shut the up!
Full Clip, fuck these

(dump)
(blaugh)
(whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Psychopathic Rydas at the Cop
And it stop, fizzle cleazay
Sprung get popped with a swizzle greasy
Fo
We tha D
East to the Side
And everything in
We seen
Unless we in a dress
Hoods and black
thick bank rolls

We the clique
Kickin' shit
Any bitches that oppose can eat a fat
I'm out fo the
So better freeze
And we on yo block go and call the police
Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat from my
Cock the hammer and let one go in yo face
And leave yo mutha fuckin lyin on the floor
And wait the Rydas to end with 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 south side
To Houston's Ward
Watts, Central
All of shit, on and on
We it all
The
The
Foe Foe, wit it man.

Bitch, you ain't
don't die
Foe Foe
Smokin' choke and high
All you ho's get your 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 find your body in another time zone
Mind with this gangsta shit (gangsta)
Have your block blown ta bits
fuck your bitch
I'm on some shit
On the corner, hustle sell shit
Rydin' my homies
Bustin' shots at punk ass (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) to the game and we hates to quit

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

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