Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong 4 Dat

This is WKYA, We Kickin Yo' Ass
All you motherfuckers out there want to get down with the pound
put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and bustin' the motherfuckers
Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me a little bit
Yeah yeah

Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own
Stated own real, haters gon'
Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue
You bounty hunters be on the chase for Joe
I won't slip, keep slips to my car
I'm raw like bars on bougie broads
I retrieve the money, labrador
Ray can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw
You get mashed out, your bird is peckin'
Don't be the next cut to Urban Legend
I can feel where you at, I pound you up
You out of town coke rhymes, oh you is up
My crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the
If you bitches ain't happy, get a divorce
I'ma do what I want, cause my is now
Grab the rap game, and divide it down

If I want to roll a with a seat out the back
Bitch feet out the back, system out the track
Am I for dat? (If that's what you like)
Dawg, am I wrong for (Hey, I guess not)
Yo yo, if I walk the club with my hand on my snub
Beatin down cause I don't give a fuck
Am I wrong for (Mmm mmm)
Dawg, am I for dat? (Say what)

I copped the whole box, went half Reginald
Hollow tips infrareds and clips free
And you ain't gotta believe me, fuck bein'
Far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral
What do we here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear
Have his body shakin' in fear
Stormtrooper fires lashin' out flames
A few ashes, when analyze your remains
I live in the streets, reside with the
I kill you it's part of my religious duty
Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' under the rug
Even females who they thugs
Trigger the of adrenaline
When I'm like the Bloods'n'Crips'n'them
the matter of energy, killin' 'em
Why'd you do it? Because I wasn't them!

If I ride the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze (uh-huh)
with a shabby haircut, pants I wore for
Am I for dat? (I don't think so)
bitch, am I wrong for dat? (Say what)
Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her done (uh-huh)
When they playin' my ass spill out the thong
Am I for dat? (Got that big ass)
Am I wrong for (Tchk, no)

I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang pussy
To that bang to the pussy the beat,
And if yo', bitch ain't sippin' that shit
she might be leavin' with D, D
I got a hairy-ass chest, Austin Powers
That bitch that "Stan" drowned, I fucked around her
Act like a man, stand on own two
Doc it all, fuck who it belong to