Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

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

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

at my craw
It's bump bump bumpin'
Ryda
Dump dump
jumpin up, everybody's runnin'
King Ryda Daddy
Bullet-Zilla's
Strompin on
Crushin' on
Can I be at one from a Ryda, (heeey)
I respect your set
Fuck your
your baby mamma
And ya I could, bitch
I leave you like Twin Gats (ugh)
Lost deep in a wit dem rats and bats
My is Bullet
Soul pierce your brain
Sever your spine and your limbs dinglin'
Dis is gangsta shit, this is all I
So when I show up, open the 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 there talkin
Friendly and sayin'
Y'all to do us all a mutha fuckin' favor
Shut the up!
Full Clip, fuck niggas

(dump)
(blaugh)
(whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Psychopathic Rydas at the Cop
And it don't stop, cleazay
legs get popped with a swizzle greasy
Fo
We tha D
East to the West
And everything in
We never
Unless we in a code
Hoods and trunks
Foot thick rolls

We the clique
gangsta shit
Any bitches that oppose can eat a fat
I'm out fo the
So bitches freeze
And when we on yo block go and the police
Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat my waist
the hammer back and let one go in yo face
And leave yo mutha 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) married to the and we hates to quit

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

Bitch, you ain't
Rydas die
Foe Foe
choke and stayin' high
All you get your hands up
Put your petty up
The Rydas the safe
And all the under the mattress
Drop, get on the
Don't me have 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 block blown ta bits
Then your bitch
I'm on some shit
On the corner, hustle sell drug
Rydin' my homies
shots at punk ass kids (blah!!!)
Ain't game like us
We to bust
We da rust
And you blood gush

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

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