Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Ova Nuttin'

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

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

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

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

Killa ova nuttin', a ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the east to the 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 to love me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace, was lovely
Forties and Swishers to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', on my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, call beckoned on
I'm the big Full Clip and all pause, anyway,
with no for drama
I killed muthafuckin' bitch and her mama

Still doin' drive-bys and hoes for dead

Is what my homeboy
I ain't no bitch hoe, end life on G.P.
ya whole family
On the staring 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
ova nuttin', that's a fact
Get out my face or get it slapped,

Killa ova nuttin', a 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 ain't 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 chip on my
I killed little kids and took strollers
I'm older, tie you up
And blow red lettuce out the of your head
(pa-tow!!)
You die any minute
Turn your back, and get a point slug in it
You bit it
nuttin' at all
Now they serve out your skull
At

I been 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 like Pan
Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad
your 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' up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the 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!