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

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 you know and they turn 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 this shit you wearing, who am I talking to knows
If you ridin' with you know and they turn up this 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, sometimes mental and emotional
I'll you in a fight and come back harder on the mic
an inner spiritual demon that possessed me to write
Now I made all these 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 on rollin', my pocket's gonna get swollen

I know they hate me, they let me know the first time that I 'em
I got a mind and it's focused, you got some issues
I got family, friends and fans and you ain't got no one to you
I bet you'll life hard, you lived your life in a yard
I'm for real, I know there's something when you 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 you Wyte was gon' drop bombs

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

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

Wake up bitch, reality creepin' around the
You so fucked up, you couldn't be an donor
When I see you, I'm knockin' yo up off of your shoulders
You gonna be like ah shit, when you feel these tiny
You fuckin' with the one, the HCP cracker 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, you feelin' 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 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 myself and the way I succeeded
You wanna it to my door or be a bitch and catch me slippin'
way it goes this unit, I'm grippin's gonna get you, pimpin'

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 know and they up this song
You ridin' with a mother fucker, 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 nobody
If you ridin' with someone you know and they turn up song
You ridin' with a mother fucker, they think I did 'em

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