Luyện nghe bài hát I Did 'em Wrong

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

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

If you a killa mother fucker, bring your 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' a mother fucker they think I did 'em wrong

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

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

If you a killa fucker, bring your anna to my door
Is shit 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 mother fucker, 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' a mother fucker, they think I did 'em wrong

Yeah, it's time to on up
We go into another mothafuckin'
Galaxy nigga, check No.2, yes

up bitch, reality creepin' around the corner
You so fucked up, you couldn't be an organ
I see you, I'm knockin' yo head up off of your shoulders
You gonna be like ah shit, when you feel these boulders
You fuckin' with the wrong one, the HCP main
Slap you man, stab you man, even quick to crack brain
I ain't got no time for hatin' faggots on the
on passin' by cuz I got somethin' you'll never fuckin' find

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

If you a killa fucker, bring 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 mother fucker, they I did 'em wrong

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

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