Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Ova Nuttin'

Yeah, what the hell you about the Rydas? Black
trucks and hoods bitch!! Shit, you better that,
hell...

Yo! I'm a
Cap
Other is wack, but Rydas are for rilla
all your skrilla
Your to your ride
Tell your to leave her purse with the wallet

Ain't no
Cell Block starts dumpin'
Through your neighborhood our trucks be bumpin'
Watch your mouth, game, and learn somethin'
Nigga, nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'

Now I be with my shotty
A fifth of
My snotty
In the
Intentions to levitate her
a fuck who he with or who he know
Let the blow
Or a know
somethin' that he borrowed, no
Do the
On the
Makin' predictions to the body
I even a hotty now
couples 'cause I loved you
So you
I don't bang 'cause I'm strugglin'
Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a ova nuttin'

ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the to the westside of town!
ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the east to the of town!

Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was
and Swishers delivered to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', neden on my
Livin' lavish, every call on
I'm the big Clip and bitches all pause, anyway,
with no for drama
I killed that bitch and her mama

Still doin' and leavin' hoes for dead

Is my homeboy said
I no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P.
With ya family
On the lawn at me
And I could could give a fuck, get to at my
gat
Get to feindin' like a basehead, to you hoes

Two-Gats got my
ova nuttin', that's a fact
Get out my or get it slapped, bitch

Killa ova nuttin', a ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the to the westside of town!

I was born with the biggest chip on my
I killed kids and took they strollers
I'm older, tie you up
And red lettuce out the side of your head
(pa-tow!!)
You could die any
Turn back, and get a hollow point slug in it
You bit it
Over at all
Now they serve peanuts out skull
At

I wonderin' what the fuck you been lookin' at
You know it no thang for me to get my gat
And blow holes in your frame till you like an

Body collapsed, soul fly Peter Pan
Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad
Peel fuckin' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day
Hey, you can be a thug if you to
But I'ma be a Ryda bitch, so you!

Killa ova nuttin', a ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ashamed!
Wettin' up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' the east to the westside of town!