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 is wack, but Rydas are for rilla
Gimme all skrilla
Your keys to your
Tell bitch to leave her purse with the wallet

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

Now I be ridin' with my
A of Bicardi
My snotty
In the
to levitate her body
Give a who he with or who he know
Let the barrel
Or a know
Over somethin' he borrowed, no
Do the
On the
predictions to the body count
I blast a hotty now
couples 'cause I loved you
So you
I don't gang 'cause I'm strugglin'
Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a ova nuttin'

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!
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!

Now I knew this bitch, yo, she to love me
on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely
Forties and Swishers to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', neden on my
Livin' lavish, every beckoned on
I'm the big Full Clip and all pause, anyway,
no reason for drama
I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her

doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead

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

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

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

I was born with the biggest on my shoulder
I killed little kids and took they
I'm older, tie you up
And blow red lettuce out the of your head
(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 peanuts out your
At

I been what the fuck you been 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, fly like Peter Pan
Lil' from the hood, raised in bad ways
Peel your fuckin' cap 'cause I'm 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' 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!