Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Ova Nuttin'

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

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

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

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

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!
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!

Now I this bitch, yo, she used to love me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace, was lovely
Forties and Swishers delivered to my
Early in the mornin', on my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, every call on
I'm the big Full and bitches all pause, anyway,
no reason for drama
I killed that muthafuckin' and her mama

doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead

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

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

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda 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!

I was born with the 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 could die any
your back, and get a hollow point slug in it
You bit it
Over at all
Now they serve peanuts out your
At

I been wonderin' what the fuck you lookin' at
You it ain't no thang for me to get my gat
And holes in your frame till you look like an

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

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