Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

I drop shit
With my click
And everybody on the
Suck my
Now my gangsta ways
And gangsta
I gangsta shit
Everytime I
Now what you mutha know bout a Ryda in black?
Who be all his chedda on these trees and gats
I got ammunition to bring the fuckin' whenever
Who wanna shit, where it's at, bitch whatever
Who wanna test me, simply get wig pushed back
Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the
And if ya we coming full
You better grab grip
Cause Lil Shank and the
On some gangsta (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 to quit
Y'all ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fucka
Rydin' n my shit
Bitch thug
Bitch, this shit 4 life mutha
Bullet, let these mutha fuckas know

Look at my
It's bump bump bumpin'
Psychopathic
Dump dump
jumpin up, everybody's runnin'
King Kong Ryda
comin
Strompin on
Crushin' on
Can I be at one a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)
I don't respect set
your hood
Fuck your mamma
And ya I could, bitch
I you missin like Twin Gats (ugh)
Lost deep in a cave wit dem and bats
My is Bullet
Soul gonna your brain
Sever your and leave your limbs dinglin'
Dis is shit, this 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) married to the and we hates to quit

Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out there talkin
and sayin' shit
Y'all need to do us all a mutha favor
the fuck up!
Full Clip, fuck these

(dump)
(blaugh)
(whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Rydas at the Moma Cop
And it don't stop, fizzle
Sprung get popped with a swizzle greasy
Fo
We tha D
East to the Side
And in between
We never
we in a dress code
Hoods and trunks
Foot thick bank

We the clique
Kickin' shit
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, the heat from my waist
Cock the hammer and let one go in yo face
And yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the floor
And with 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) married to the and we hates to quit

From 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?
Rydas die
Foe Foe
Smokin' choke and stayin'
All you get your hands up
Put your cash up
The Rydas want the
And all the shit under the
Drop, get on the
Don't make me have to get yo
Cause if I do they'll find your body in time zone
Mind blown this gangsta shit (gangsta)
Have your whole block ta bits
Then your bitch
I'm on some shit
On the corner, hustle sell shit
Rydin' my homies
shots at punk ass kids (blah!!!)
Ain't nobody like us
We to bust
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 to quit

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

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