Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Ova Nuttin'

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

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

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

Now I be ridin' with my
A of Bicardi
My nose
In the
to levitate her body
Give a fuck who he with or who he
Let the barrel
Or a quarrel
Over somethin' 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 gang bang 'cause 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!
from 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' from the east to the of town!

Now I knew this bitch, yo, she 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 for drama
I killed that muthafuckin' bitch and her

Still doin' drive-bys and hoes for dead

Is what my said
I ain't no bitch hoe, end life 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 leave you

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

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

I was born the biggest chip on my shoulder
I killed little kids and they strollers
I'm older, tie you up
And blow red lettuce out the of your head
(pa-tow!!)
You could die any
your back, and get a hollow point slug in it
You bit it
Over at all
Now they serve out your skull
At

I been wonderin' what the fuck you lookin' at
You know it no thang for me to get my gat
And blow in your frame till you look like an

Body collapsed, soul fly like Pan
Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways
Peel your 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' 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' the east to the westside of town!