Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong 4 Dat

This is WKYA, We Yo' Ass radio
All you motherfuckers out that 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 down a bit
Yeah yeah

Yo, of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills
own real, haters gon' feel
Direct Syndrome, mouth with tongue
You bounty hunters be on the chase for Joe
I won't slip, pink slips to my car
I'm raw sushi bars on bougie broads
I retrieve the money, dawg
Ray Charles can see it, and Lattisaw
You get out, cause your bird is peckin'
Don't be the next vinyl cut to Urban
I can feel you at, when I pound you up
You out of town rhymes, oh you clowns is up
My crew in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche
If you ain't happy, then get a divorce
I'ma do what I want, cause my is now
the whole rap game, and divide it down

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

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

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

I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang pussy
To that bang to the the beat, beat
And if yo', bitch ain't sippin' that shit
Then she 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, on your own two
Doc it all, fuck who it belong to