Luyện nghe bài hát I Did 'em Wrong

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

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 turn up song
You ridin' with a mother fucker they I did 'em wrong

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

I know they hate me, they let me know the first that I told 'em
I got a and it's focused, you got some serious issues
I got family, and fans and you ain't got no one to miss you
I bet you'll life gettin' hard, you lived your life in a
I'm for real, I know something when you sold both of your cars
You mad at me 'cuz I made it, I'm havin' some fun
See me on MTV yellin' out, who a fuck where you from
You might be tough your gun but look for fun in saddham
Doubt me now, I told you Wyte was gon' drop

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

If you a killa 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 time to on up
We finna go another mothafuckin'
Galaxy nigga, bass No.2, yes

Wake up bitch, reality creepin' the corner
You so fucked up, you couldn't be an donor
When I see you, I'm knockin' yo head up off of your
You gonna be like ah shit, when you feel these tiny
You with the wrong one, the HCP cracker main
Slap you man, stab you man, even to crack your brain
I ain't got no time for 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
Extend arm and grab your remote and turn down your radio
Meanwhile, I'm gon' it raw and write it as nasty as this shit can be
It's easy when you rappin' over the hardest mother beats
I am not braggin', and I'm not big headed, nor am I
But I'm proud of myself and the way I [Incomprehensible]
You wanna bring it to my door or be a and catch me slippin'
Either way it goes unit, I'm grippin's gonna get you, pimpin'

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

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

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