Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Ova Nuttin'

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

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

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

Now I be ridin' my shotty
A fifth of
My snotty
In the
Intentions to her body
a fuck who he with 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
couples 'cause 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 ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a ain't ashamed!
mothafuckas 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
and Swishers delivered to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', neden on my
Livin' lavish, call beckoned on
I'm the big Clip and bitches all pause, anyway,
with no reason for
I that muthafuckin' bitch and her mama

Still drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead

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

Killa ova nuttin', a ain't ashamed!
Wettin' up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the east to the of town!
ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't 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 and took they strollers
I'm older, tie you up
And red lettuce out the side of your head
(pa-tow!!)
You could die any
Turn your back, and get a hollow point in it
You bit it
nuttin' 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 blow holes in your frame till you like an

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

ova nuttin', a Ryda 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!
Wettin' up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the to the westside of town!