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
up bitch, what's up ho
What's up, whats up bitch, up, ho, ho
What's up, up bitch, bitch, what's 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 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 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 to nobody knows
If you with someone you know and they turn up this song
You ridin' with a fucker they think I did 'em wrong

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

I know they hate me, 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 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 sold both of cars
You mad at me 'cuz I made it, I'm only some 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 you Wyte was gon' drop bombs

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' someone you know and they turn up this song
You with a mother 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 nobody
If you ridin' with someone you and they turn up this 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' around the
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, you feel these tiny boulders
You fuckin' with the wrong one, the HCP cracker
Slap you man, stab you man, even to crack your brain
I ain't got no time for hatin' on the grind
Keep on by cuz I got somethin' you'll never fuckin' find

This is the realest of the real, hope you feelin' it and if you
Extend your arm and grab your and turn down your radio
Meanwhile, I'm gon' give it raw and write it as as this shit can be
It's easy when you rappin' the hardest mother 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 door or be a bitch and catch me
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 this shit you wearing, who am I talking to knows
If you ridin' someone 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 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, up bitch, bitch, what's up, what's up ho, ho
up bitch, what's up ho, ho
What's up, up bitch, what's up ho, ho
up bitch, bitch, what's up ho, ho
What's up, up bitch, what's up ho
up bitch, what's up ho, ho