Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Go Wrong

The reason that I'm here, drop 'til it's clear
Let all, G'z to front, and rear
couldn't switch like these switches a day
Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the

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

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

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

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

Kurupt, up

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

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

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

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

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say what I feel
No matter say, I'll 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' 'til ya turn blue
3, 4, look at whore with the fat ass
But the cash, hit the door

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

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

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

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

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

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

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