Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong 4 Dat

This is WKYA, We Yo' Ass radio
All you out there that want to get down with the pound
put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start 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, gon' feel
Direct Syndrome, with cold tongue
You bounty hunters be on the for Joe Young
I won't slip, keep pink to my car
I'm raw like sushi bars on broads
I the money, dawg labrador
Ray Charles can see it, and Lattisaw
You get out, cause your bird is peckin'
be the next vinyl cut to Urban Legend
I can where 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 bitches ain't happy, get a divorce
I'ma do what I want, my time is now
Grab the whole rap game, and divide it

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

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

If I through the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze (uh-huh)
with a shabby haircut, I wore for days
Am I wrong for dat? (I think so)
C'mon bitch, am I 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 for dat? (Tchk, no)

I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang pussy
To bang to the pussy the beat, beat
And if yo', bitch sippin' that Cristal shit
she might be leavin' with D, D
I got a hairy-ass chest, Austin Powers
That that "Stan" drowned, I fucked around with her
Act like a man, on your own two
Doc takin' it all, who it belong to