Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

Psychopathic up in that bitch ass, mutha fucka
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 my gangsta ways
And gangsta
I spit gangsta
Everytime I
Now what you mutha know bout a Ryda in black?
Who be invested all his chedda on these trees and
I got ammunition to bring the fuckin' drama
Who wanna shit, where it's at, bitch whatever
Who wanna test me, simply get your wig pushed
Me and my four Ryda homies for the attack
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 bitch ass niggas actin' like you know a
Rydin' n my shit
I'ma thug
Bitch, this shit 4 mutha fucka
Bullet, let mutha fuckas know summ

Look at my
like bump bump bumpin'
Psychopathic
dump dumpin'
Jump jumpin up, runnin'
Kong Ryda Daddy
Bullet-Zilla's
Strompin on
on hogs
Can I be at one from a Ryda, (heeey)
I don't respect set
Fuck your
your baby mamma
And ya know I could,
I leave you like Twin Gats (ugh)
Lost deep in a cave wit dem and bats
My is Bullet
Soul gonna pierce your
Sever your and leave 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 loud
Friendly and shit
Y'all need to do us all a mutha fuckin'
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 legs get popped with a greasy
Fo
We tha D
East to the West
And everything in
We never
Unless we in a dress
Hoods and trunks
Foot bank rolls

We the clique
gangsta shit
Any bitches that can eat a fat dick
I'm out fo the
So better freeze
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 leave yo mutha fuckin body 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) married to the game and we hates to

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 learnt?
don't die
Foe Foe
choke and stayin' high
All you get your hands up
Put petty cash up
The Rydas want the
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 body in another zone
blown with this gangsta shit (gangsta)
Have your whole block blown ta
Then your bitch
I'm on some shit
On the corner, sell drug shit
Rydin' with my
Bustin' shots at ass kids (blah!!!)
Ain't nobody game us
We to bust
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, Full Clip, Shank, and I'm Cell Block
mutha fucka (Ye-ah!)

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