Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Ova Nuttin'

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

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

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

Now I be with my shotty
A of Bicardi
My nose
In the
Intentions to her body
a fuck who he with or who he know
Let the barrel
Or a quarrel
Over somethin' he borrowed, no
Do the
On the
Makin' predictions to the body
I blast a hotty now
Sprayin' couples 'cause I you
So you
I don't gang bang 'cause I'm
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' the east to the westside of town!
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!

Now I knew bitch, yo, she used to love me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was
Forties and delivered to my doorstep
in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, every call on
I'm the big Full Clip and all pause, anyway,
with no reason for
I that muthafuckin' bitch and her mama

Still drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead

Is my homeboy said
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' 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 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' mothafuckas up anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the east to the 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 head
(pa-tow!!)
You could die any
Turn your back, and get a point slug in it
You bit it
nuttin' at all
Now they serve peanuts out skull
At

I been wonderin' 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 like Pan
Lil' Shank the hood, raised in bad ways
Peel your fuckin' cap I'm havin' 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 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 Ryda ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' the east to the westside of town!