Luyện nghe bài hát Ryda Hata

Yeah!! Know I'm sayin? Twin 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 emptyin' the

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

If you a Ryda hater, you check yo'self
Or get knocked out a left, right, left
Watch step
Hold breath
Drop heat
All by naked in the backseat
Of my car
You never who we are
Ridin' round the city like some
Pimpin'
Flappin' caps and cards
If you wanna step, 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 a brother got butter mothafucka?
What? Bitch! It's time that I check chin
for it then check it again
'Cause I'm no kinda
When I'm takin' a bottle of the
I might swerve nose
That's how it goes for a
That hates I'm greater
Bullet be the hater

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

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

haters, what the fuck, yo, I can't stand em'
Talk shit my back
And yo' lips get
Talk shit to my
Get pistol in the face
in the torture rack, your back gets placed
Gettin' in your eye, throat gets karate chopped
the gat back, BLAM! You got dropped
Run your body 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 Ryda hater, a bitch ho
And no one really cares what mom thinks bro
it's all about the money, black trucks and

So shut mouth, get on your knees, and take 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
with the clique
Boo-yaaa!! We won't
Leave ya still in a puddle of piss
You's a 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
I'm Rose like that
Bee-yatch!!