Luyện nghe bài hát I Did 'em Wrong

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

If you a mother 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 they up this song
You ridin' with a mother fucker, they think I did 'em

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 someone you know and they up this song
You ridin' with a fucker they think I did 'em wrong

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

I know they me, they let me know 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 life gettin' hard, you lived your life in a yard
I'm for real, I know there's something when you sold both of your
You mad at me 'cuz I made it, I'm only havin' fun
See me on MTV yellin' out, who a fuck where you from
You be tough with your gun but look for fun in saddham
Doubt me now, I told you Wyte was drop bombs

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

Yeah, time to speed on up
We finna go into another
nigga, bass check No.2, yes

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

This is the realest of the real, hope you feelin' it and if you
Extend your arm and grab your remote and turn your radio
Meanwhile, I'm gon' give it raw and it as nasty as this shit can be
It's easy when you rappin' over the hardest mother fuckin'
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 mother fucker, bring anna to my door
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to knows
If you ridin' with someone you 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 anna to my
Is this shit you wearing, who am I talking to knows
If you ridin' with someone you and they turn up this song
You ridin' a mother fucker, they think I did 'em wrong

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