Luyện nghe bài hát I Did 'em Wrong

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up bitch, what's up ho
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If you a killa mother fucker, your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody
If you ridin' with someone you know and they turn up this
You ridin' with a mother fucker, they I did 'em wrong

If you a killa mother fucker, bring your anna to my
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody
If you ridin' with someone you and they turn up this song
You ridin' with a mother fucker they think I did 'em

Consequences come to those who chose to fuck Lil Wyte
Not physical, sometimes mental and emotional right
I'll outsmart you in a fight and come harder on the mic
There's an inner spiritual demon that me to write
Now that I all these moves, my music causin' some havoc
shit is pick me up so what in the fuck did you expect, god-dammit?
As long as the beat on rollin', my pocket's gonna get swollen

I know they hate me, they let me the first time that I told 'em
I got a mind and it's focused, you got some serious
I got family, friends and fans and you got no one to miss you
I bet you'll life hard, you lived your life in a yard
I'm for real, I know there's something you sold both of your cars
You mad at me I made it, I'm only havin' some fun
See me on MTV yellin' out, who gives a fuck where you
You might be tough with gun but look for fun in saddham
Doubt me now, I told you was gon' drop bombs

If you a killa mother fucker, your anna to my door
Is this you wearing, who am I talking to nobody knows
If you ridin' with you know and they turn up this song
You ridin' with a fucker, they think I did 'em wrong

If you a mother fucker, bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to knows
If you ridin' with someone you know and they turn up song
You ridin' with a mother fucker, they think I did 'em

Yeah, it's to speed on up
We finna go into mothafuckin'
Galaxy nigga, bass No.2, yes

Wake up bitch, reality creepin' the corner
You so fucked up, you be an organ donor
I see you, I'm knockin' yo head up off of your shoulders
You gonna be like ah shit, when you feel tiny boulders
You fuckin' with the wrong one, the HCP main
Slap you man, stab you man, even to crack your brain
I got no time for hatin' faggots on the grind
Keep on passin' by cuz I got somethin' never fuckin' find

This is the realest of the real, hope you it and if you don't
your arm and grab your remote and turn down your radio
Meanwhile, I'm gon' give it raw and write it as nasty as this can be
It's easy you rappin' over the hardest mother fuckin' beats
I am not braggin', and I'm not big headed, nor am I
But I'm proud of and the way I [Incomprehensible] succeeded
You wanna bring it to my door or be a bitch and me slippin'
Either way it goes this unit, I'm grippin's gonna get you,

If you a mother fucker, bring your anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody
If you ridin' with someone you and they turn up this song
You ridin' with a fucker, they think I did 'em wrong

If you a killa mother fucker, bring your anna to my
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to nobody
If you ridin' with someone you know and they turn up this
You ridin' with a mother fucker, they I did 'em wrong

What's up, up bitch, what's up ho
What's up, up bitch, what's up ho, ho
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