Luyện nghe bài hát Ryda Hata

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

Are you a Ryda hater? If so, you ain't
And tell it to yo' chick
When I'm emptyin' the

You get the
And I'm fondling your
my lips around her tit
And my in her clit
Now who she
The Ryda, now you it
I see that mark 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
your step
Hold your
Drop heat
All by naked in the backseat
Of my car
You never who we are
Ridin' the city like some superstars
hard
Flappin' caps and pullin'
If you step, mothafucka let's go to war

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you a Ryda hater, you's a ho
And no one really cares what your mom 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 see, flat out bitch, you ain't shit
And for real though, yo' ass'll die quick
Fuckin' the clique
Boo-yaaa!! We miss
Leave ya standin' still in a of piss
You's a hata
So I ya
I'm mobbin' up on yo' set like a Invader
Easy to ya
a rat
I'll smash ya my baseball bat
Because I'm like that
Bee-yatch!!