Luyện nghe bài hát Ryda Hata

Yeah!! Know what I'm Twin Gats, mothafuckin'
Rydas in this bitch....fuck mothafucka...forever
and and ever...

Are you a Ryda hater? If so, you shit
And I'll it to yo' chick
I'm emptyin' the clip

You get the
And I'm fondling your
With my lips her tit
And my stickle in her
Now who she
The Ryda, now you it
I see mark parked on my dog, chasin' it
it
Drop yo' bitch off, I get inside her
I pack a Mack-11 for all you bitch ass haters

If you a hater, you best check yo'self
Or get knocked out a left, right, left
Watch your
your breath
Drop your
All by yourself naked in the
Of my car
You know who we are
Ridin' round the city some superstars
Pimpin'
Flappin' caps and pullin'
If you wanna step, mothafucka go to war

Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!

a mothafucka?
You a mothafucka!
Just 'cause a got butter mothafucka?
What? Bitch! It's time that I that chin
Apologize for it then check it
'Cause I'm no friend
I'm takin' a bottle of the rose
I might your nose
That's how it for a hater
That that I'm greater
Bullet be the hater

Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!

You can hate me because I like the wind
And leave yo' ass for love like Cardigins
I'm a thug bitch, and I been that way
Never no cheddar
On a bitch, no
Whatever the fuck you think you talkin'
But hard to hear yo' words with my dick up in
mouth
All that shit is out
And I'm all up in this
for life and I ain't never gon' switch

Ryda haters, the fuck, yo, I can't stand em'
Talk shit behind my
And yo' get smacked
shit to my face
Get pistol whipped in the
Thrown in the torture rack, your back placed
Gettin' maced in your eye, throat gets chopped
the gat back, BLAM! You got dropped
Run body over with my black truck
Hater ass stupid piece of shit thug!

Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!

If you a hater, you's a bitch ho
And no one really what your mom thinks bro
'Cause it's all about the money, trucks and

So shut your mouth, get on your knees, and your

Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
Ryda we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!

You's a chump see, flat out bitch, you ain't
And for real though, yo' bitch die quick
Fuckin' with the
Boo-yaaa!! We miss
Leave ya standin' in a puddle of piss
a Ryda hata
So I ya
I'm mobbin' up on yo' set like a Space
Easy to ya
a rat
I'll ya with my baseball bat
Because I'm like that
Bee-yatch!!