Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong 4 Dat

This is WKYA, We Yo' Ass radio
All you motherfuckers out there that want to get down the pound
put your pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers
Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me a little 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 like bars on bougie broads
I retrieve the money, dawg
Ray can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw
You get mashed out, cause your is peckin'
Don't be the next cut to Urban Legend
I can where you at, when I pound you up
You out of coke 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
do what I want, cause my time is now
Grab the whole rap game, and divide it

If I want to a Jeep with a seat out the back
Bitch out the back, system beat out the track
Am I wrong for (If that's what you like)
Dawg, am I for dat? (Hey, I guess not)
Yo yo, if I walk into the 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 with
Hollow tips infrareds and came free
And you ain't gotta believe me, fuck bein'
Far as I'm concerned they're at funeral service
What do we have here? in despair, shoot off his ear
Have his body shakin' in fear
Stormtrooper fires throwin' out flames
A few ashes, when they analyze your
I in the streets, reside with the toolie
I kill you like it's part of my duty
sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs under the rug
Even females who think thugs
Trigger the of adrenaline
When I'm gangsta-trippin' like the
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 haircut, pants I wore for days
Am I wrong for (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 my song ass spill out the thong
Am I wrong for (Got that big ass)
Am I wrong for (Tchk, no)

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