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 gangsta shit
my gangsta click
And on the otherside
Suck my
Now my gangsta ways
And gangsta
I spit gangsta
I talk
Now what you mutha fuckas know bout a in black?
Who be invested all his chedda on these and gats
I got ammunition to bring the fuckin' drama
Who wanna shit, where it's at, bitch whatever
Who wanna test me, get your wig pushed back
Me and my Ryda homies ready for the attack
And if ya think we full
You better grab your
Cause Lil and the Rydas
On gangsta shit (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' you know a mu-fucka
Rydin' n my shit
Bitch thug
Bitch, shit 4 life mutha fucka
Bullet, let these fuckas know summ

Look at my
like bump bump bumpin'
Psychopathic
Dump dumpin'
Jump jumpin up, everybody's
Kong Ryda Daddy
Bullet-Zilla's
on crabs
Crushin' on
Can I be at one a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)
I don't respect set
Fuck your
your baby mamma
And ya I could, bitch
I leave you missin like Gats (ugh)
deep in a cave wit dem rats and bats
My is Bullet
Soul gonna pierce your
Sever your spine and leave your 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 game and we to quit

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

(dump)
(blaugh)
(whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Rydas at the Moma Cop
And it don't stop, cleazay
Sprung legs get with a swizzle greasy
Fo
We tha D
East to the Side
And everything in
We seen
Unless we in a code
and black trunks
Foot thick rolls

We the clique
Kickin' shit
Any that oppose can eat a fat dick
I'm out fo the
So bitches freeze
And we on yo block go and call the police
Fool, I get out the corner, pull the heat my waist
Cock the hammer and let one go in yo face
And leave yo mutha fuckin body 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

Chicago's south side
To Houston's Fifth
Watts, Central
All of shit, on and on
We it all
The
The
Foe Foe, wit it man.

Bitch, you ain't
don't die
Foe Foe
Smokin' choke and high
All you ho's get your up
Put petty cash up
The Rydas the safe
And all the shit under the
Drop, get on the
make me have to get yo ho's
Cause if I do find your body in another time zone
Mind blown with gangsta shit (gangsta)
Have whole block blown ta bits
Then fuck your
I'm on thug shit
On the corner, hustle sell shit
with my homies
Bustin' shots at 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) to the game and we hates to quit

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

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