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, middle and
Switches couldn't switch these switches a day
to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways

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

to trombone
Too Young Gotti, millennium bone
If she raggedly, I'm 'em home
10 in the chrome, lettin' 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' I got, I just

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my hood songs
Don't a damn on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll stop my bust style way
No fo' da game, I do it my way

Kurupt, up

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

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

It's just me, and Quik and someone like you
the biggest mouth 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 from Tahiti at the mall
With 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 on the real, I say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never my bust style way
No fo' da game, I do it my way

Yes, 1, 2, wit' my crew
And we won't stop 'til ya body turn blue
3, 4, at that whore with the fat ass
But the cash, hit the door

The that I'm here, Kurupt done bought the beer
lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin'
Fo' the bush to push and mush
I'll hump the ho if she been needin' a Dusch bag

No, must've been the Gucci, wit' hair pushed back
In a bun lookin' fun 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 hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit' the mad
Get out, yeah, look here, we started this pussy shit, no
And the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon

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

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

see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that
Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like nigga
If I had a fo' every time you bitch ass niggas
Came around and do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now
Put up or shut up mothafuckas, like this, it's on, onsite}