Luyện nghe bài hát Ryda Hata

Yeah!! Know what I'm sayin? Gats, mothafuckin'
Rydas in bitch....fuck yeah mothafucka...forever
and and ever...

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

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

If you a hater, you best check yo'self
Or get out with a left, right, left
your step
Hold your
your heat
All by yourself naked in the
Of my car
You know who we are
Ridin' round the city like superstars
Pimpin'
Flappin' caps and cards
If you wanna step, let's 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 brother got butter
What? Bitch! It's time that I check that
for it then check it again
'Cause I'm no kinda
I'm takin' a bottle of the rose
I might swerve your
That's how it for a hater
That hates that I'm
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 ride like the
And leave yo' ass waitin' for love Cardigins
I'm a thug bitch, and I been that way
Never spend no
On a bitch, no
Whatever the fuck you think you about
But it's hard to hear yo' words with my up in
mouth
All hatin' shit is out
And I'm all up in this
Ryda for life and I ain't never gon'

haters, what the fuck, yo, I can't stand em'
Talk shit behind my
And yo' get smacked
Talk shit to my
Get pistol in the face
Thrown in the torture rack, your back placed
maced in your eye, throat gets karate chopped
Cock the gat back, BLAM! You got
Run your body over with my truck
Hater ass stupid motherfuckin' piece of 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 cares what your mom thinks bro
'Cause it's all about the money, black and

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

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

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