Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

I drop gangsta
With my click
And everybody on the
my dick
Now with my ways
And walk
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 bring the drama whenever
Who wanna talk shit, it's at, bitch whatever
Who wanna test me, simply get your wig pushed
Me and my four Ryda homies ready for the
And if ya think we full
You grab your grip
Cause Lil and the Rydas
On some gangsta (mutha fucka!)

(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
bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fucka
Rydin' n fuckin' my
I'ma thug
Bitch, this shit 4 life mutha
Bullet, let mutha fuckas know summ

Look at my
It's bump bump bumpin'
Psychopathic
Dump dump
Jump up, everybody's runnin'
King Ryda Daddy
comin
Strompin on
on hogs
Can I be at one from a Ryda, (heeey)
I don't respect set
Fuck your
Fuck your mamma
And ya I could, bitch
I leave you missin like Twin (ugh)
Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and
My name is
Soul pierce your brain
Sever spine and leave your limbs dinglin'
Dis is gangsta shit, 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) married to the game and we hates to

Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out talkin loud
Friendly and 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 don't stop, cleazay
Sprung get popped with a swizzle greasy
Fo
We tha D
to the West Side
And in between
We never
Unless we in a dress
Hoods and trunks
Foot thick bank

We the hardest
Kickin' gangsta
Any that oppose can eat a fat dick
I'm out fo the
So better freeze
And when we on yo block go and call the
Fool, I get out the corner, pull the from my waist
Cock the hammer and let one go in yo face
And leave yo mutha fuckin body lyin on the
And wait with the 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

Chicago's 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 learnt?
don't die
Foe Foe
choke and stayin' high
All you ho's get your up
Put your petty up
The want the safe
And all the under the mattress
Drop, get on the
make me have to get yo ho's
Cause if I do they'll find your in another time zone
Mind blown with this shit (gangsta)
Have whole block blown ta bits
Then your bitch
I'm on some thug
On the corner, sell drug shit
Rydin' my homies
shots at punk ass kids (blah!!!)
Ain't nobody like us
We love to
We love da
And watch you 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, Rydas
Back...10 feet deep up in bitch ass
Foe Foe, Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet
Ryden Dirty, fuckaaa!
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