Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Shit

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

I gangsta shit
my gangsta click
And on the otherside
my dick
Now with my gangsta
And walk
I spit gangsta
Everytime I
Now what you mutha fuckas know bout a in black?
Who be invested all his on these trees and gats
I got ammunition to bring the drama whenever
Who wanna talk shit, it's at, bitch whatever
Who wanna test me, get your wig pushed back
Me and my four Ryda ready for the attack
And if ya think we full
You better grab grip
Cause Lil and the Rydas
On some 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 ass niggas actin' like you know a mu-fucka
n fuckin' my shit
Bitch I'ma
Bitch, this shit 4 life fucka
Bullet, let these mutha fuckas summ

Look at my
It's like bump bump
Ryda
Dump dumpin'
jumpin up, everybody's runnin'
King Kong Daddy
comin
Strompin on
on hogs
Can I be at one a Ryda, dogg? (heeey)
I don't your set
Fuck your
your baby mamma
And ya know I could,
I leave you missin like Gats (ugh)
Lost deep in a cave wit dem rats and
My is Bullet
gonna pierce your brain
Sever your spine and leave your 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 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 fuckin' favor
the fuck up!
Full Clip, these niggas

(dump)
(blaugh)
(whistle)
Pop (pop)
That be the Psychopathic at the Moma Cop
And it don't stop, fizzle
Sprung get popped with a swizzle greasy
Fo
We tha D
East to the Side
And in between
We never
we in a dress code
Hoods and black
Foot thick rolls

We the hardest
Kickin' gangsta
Any bitches 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 heat my waist
Cock the back and let one go in yo face
And leave yo mutha body lyin 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 learnt?
don't die
Foe Foe
Smokin' choke and high
All you get your hands up
Put your petty up
The want the safe
And all the shit the mattress
Drop, get on the
Don't make me to get yo ho's
if I do they'll find your body in another time zone
Mind with this gangsta shit (gangsta)
your whole block blown ta bits
Then fuck bitch
I'm on thug shit
On the corner, hustle sell shit
Rydin' with my
Bustin' at punk ass kids (blah!!!)
Ain't game 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 hates to

Yea bitch, to the motha fucking game!
That's some gangsta 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 that ass
Foe Foe, Block, Lil' Shank, Full Clip, and Bullet
Ryden Dirty, fuckaaa!
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