Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Go Wrong

The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop it's clear
Let all, G'z to front, and rear
Switches switch like these switches a day
Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all the ways

That ears and chairs, dis on this years
drippin' off juice and gins
As a matter of fact, mathical fact
And you can't de-grate, y'all get like a sax

to trombone
Too shotty Young Gotti, bone
If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em
Puttin' 10 in the chrome, all killin' it's on

It don't quit, it stop
Let the beat knock, knock
Pull up at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a top
Gettin' what I got, I

go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my style way
No fo' da game, I do it my way

Kurupt, up

I'ma drop 'til it's
And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam
Tossin' C-notes, the, 'Magnificent
Dippin' through, comin' ay

Don't nothin' less, these gleam on the tray
All and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S S
It's the prince of the West, I tryna do much
Tryna do too much, I ain't even really

just me, Snoopy and Quik and someone like you
Wit' the biggest to put a dick in
Most of y'all like faulty equipment
Shifted, drifted, different, up

Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty
With the skirts Tahiti workin' at the mall
With Roscoe, you fool in high school
I just my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost songs
Don't give a on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, never stop my bust style way
No fo' da game, I do it my way

Yes, 1, 2, wit' my crew
And we won't stop poppin' ya body turn blue
3, 4, at that whore with the fat ass
But without the cash, hit the

The reason I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer
I'ma lush, fo' the cush, lookin'
Fo' the bush to and mush back
hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag

No, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair that's back
In a bun fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from Billy
to you by way or two buns
We in and out of the place, our two guns

Notice, see the Q U I, Pound collabo', yup
We stab in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad hoes
Get out, yeah, look here, we started this shit, no shit
And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get,

Can't go wrong, all my lost hood songs
Don't a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No fo' da game, I do it my way

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my style way
No fo' da game, I do it my way

{Aight, y'all this a public service announcement
Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit
My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass comin' around
Pussy ass niggas, to see what's up wit my homeboy}

{And see up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that
Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and like this nigga
If I had a doller fo' every you bitch ass niggas
around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now
Put up or up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite}