Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Ova Nuttin'

Yeah, the hell you know 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 keys to your
Tell your bitch to leave her purse the wallet

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

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

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' mothafuckas up 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
on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely
Forties and delivered to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', on my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, call beckoned on
I'm the big Clip and bitches all pause, anyway,
no reason for drama
I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her

Still doin' and leavin' hoes for dead

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

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

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 Ryda ashamed!
Wettin' up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
from the east to the westside of town!

I was born the biggest chip on my shoulder
I killed little and took they strollers
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 peanuts out your skull
At

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

Body collapsed, soul fly like Pan
Shank from 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 be a Ryda bitch, so fuck you!

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