Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Ova Nuttin'

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

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

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

Now I be ridin' with my
A of Bicardi
My nose
In the
Intentions to levitate her
Give a who he with or who he know
Let the blow
Or a quarrel
Over that he borrowed, no
Do the
On the
Makin' predictions to the body
I blast a hotty now
Sprayin' couples 'cause I you
So you
I don't bang 'cause I'm strugglin'
Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova

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

Now I knew this bitch, yo, she to love me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was
Forties and Swishers delivered to my
in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, every beckoned on
I'm the big Full and bitches all pause, anyway,
with no for drama
I killed muthafuckin' bitch and her mama

Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' for dead

Is what my said
I ain't no bitch hoe, end your on G.P.
With ya whole
On the lawn at me
And I could give a fuck, get to lookin' at my
gat
Get to feindin' like a basehead, to leave you

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

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

I was with the biggest chip on my shoulder
I killed little kids and took they
I'm older, tie you up
And blow red lettuce out the side of your
(pa-tow!!)
You die any minute
your back, and get a hollow point slug in it
You bit it
Over at all
Now they serve out your 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 frame till you look like an

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

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
from the east to the westside of town!