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 couldn't like these switches a day
Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all the ways

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

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

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

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, I'll stop my bust style way
No fo' da game, I do it my way

Kurupt, up

I'ma drop 'til clear
And these re-beams and is Vietnam time
Tossin' C-notes, the, Magneto'
Dippin' through, comin' ay

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

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

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

Can't go wrong, releasin' all my hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just 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' ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that with the fat ass
But the cash, hit the door

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

No, must've been the Gucci, wit' that's pushed back
In a bun lookin' fun gettin' silly, wit' my celly from
Brought to you by way or two
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 hoes we get, c'mon

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

{Aight, y'all this a mothafuckin' public service
From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z
My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass comin' around
Pussy ass niggas, tryin' to see 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 like this
If I had a doller fo' every time you ass niggas
Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a right now
Put up or shut up mothafuckas, like this, it's on, onsite}