Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong 4 Dat

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

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

If I to roll a Jeep with a seat out the back
Bitch feet out the back, system 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 club with my hand on my
down security cause I don't give a fuck
Am I for dat? (Mmm mmm)
Dawg, am I for dat? (Say what)

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

If I ride through the hood, smokin' a of haze (uh-huh)
with a shabby haircut, pants I for days
Am I wrong for dat? (I think so)
C'mon bitch, am I wrong for (Say what)
Yo, if I a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh)
When they playin' my song ass spill out the
Am I wrong for dat? (Got big ass)
Am I wrong for (Tchk, no)

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