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
bitches is wack, but Rydas are for rilla
Gimme all skrilla
keys to your ride
Tell your bitch to her purse with the wallet

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

Now I be ridin' with my
A of Bicardi
My nose
In the
Intentions to levitate her
Give a fuck who he with or who he
Let the blow
Or a quarrel
Over somethin' he borrowed, no
Do the
On the
Makin' to the body count
I even a hotty now
Sprayin' 'cause I loved you
So you
I don't gang bang I'm strugglin'
Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova

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!
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!

Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was
and Swishers delivered to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', neden on my
lavish, every call beckoned on
I'm the big Full Clip and all pause, anyway,
with no for drama
I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her

doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead

Is what my homeboy
I no bitch hoe, end your life on G.P.
With ya 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 leave you

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

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' the east to the westside of town!

I was born with the biggest on my shoulder
I little kids 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 slug in it
You bit it
nuttin' at all
Now they serve peanuts out your
At

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

Body collapsed, soul fly Peter Pan
Lil' from the hood, raised in bad ways
Peel your 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!

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