Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

I gangsta shit
With my click
And on the otherside
Suck my
Now with my ways
And gangsta
I spit shit
I talk
Now what you mutha fuckas 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 at, bitch whatever
Who test me, simply get your wig pushed back
Me and my four Ryda ready for the attack
And if ya think we coming
You better grab 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
Y'all bitch ass niggas like you know a mu-fucka
Rydin' n my shit
Bitch I'ma
Bitch, shit 4 life mutha fucka
Bullet, let mutha fuckas know summ

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

Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out there talkin
Friendly and sayin'
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, fizzle
Sprung get popped with a swizzle greasy
Fo
We tha D
East to the West
And in between
We seen
we in a dress code
Hoods and black
Foot bank 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 call the
Fool, I get out the corner, the heat from my waist
Cock the back and let one go in yo face
And leave yo fuckin body lyin on the floor
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) married to the and we hates 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?
don't die
Foe Foe
Smokin' choke and stayin'
All you ho's get your up
Put petty cash up
The Rydas want the
And all the shit the mattress
Drop, get on the
Don't make me have to get yo
Cause if I do find your body in another time zone
blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta)
Have whole block blown ta bits
Then fuck bitch
I'm on thug shit
On the corner, hustle drug shit
with my homies
Bustin' at punk ass kids (blah!!!)
Ain't nobody like us
We love to
We da rust
And you blood gush

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

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