Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Ova Nuttin'

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

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

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

Now I be with my shotty
A fifth of
My snotty
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
couples 'cause I loved you
So you
I don't gang bang I'm strugglin'
Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ashamed!
mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, down!
Dumpin' from the to the westside 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 this bitch, yo, she used to love me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace, 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,
with no reason for
I killed muthafuckin' bitch and her mama

Still drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead

Is what my homeboy
I ain't no 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
Killa ova nuttin', 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!
from the east to the westside of town!
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!

I was with the biggest chip on my shoulder
I little kids and took they 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 hollow slug in it
You bit it
Over at all
Now they serve peanuts out skull
At

I been wonderin' what the you been lookin' at
You it ain't no thang for me to get my gat
And blow holes in your till you look like an

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

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