Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong 4 Dat

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

Yo, first of all I'm a man, pay my own bills
own real, haters gon' feel
Direct Syndrome, with cold tongue
You bounty hunters be on the for Joe Young
I slip, keep pink slips to my car
I'm raw like sushi on bougie broads
I the money, dawg labrador
Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy
You get mashed out, cause bird is peckin'
be the next vinyl cut to Urban Legend
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 bitches happy, then get a divorce
I'ma do what I want, cause my is now
Grab the whole rap game, and it down

If I want to roll a Jeep with a out the back
Bitch out the back, system beat 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 with my hand on my snub
Beatin down security cause I don't a fuck
Am I for dat? (Mmm mmm)
Dawg, am I wrong for (Say what)

I copped the box, went half with Reginald
Hollow tips infrareds and clips free
And you ain't believe me, fuck bein' nervous
Far as I'm they're at your funeral service
What do we have here? Snitch in despair, off his ear
Have his body shakin' in fear
Stormtrooper fires lashin' out flames
A few ashes, when they analyze remains
I live in the streets, reside with the
I kill you like part of my religious duty
Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin' thugs the rug
Even females who think they
Trigger the of adrenaline
When I'm like the Bloods'n'Crips'n'them
Unleash the matter of energy, '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, pants I wore for
Am I wrong for dat? (I don't so)
C'mon bitch, am I for dat? (Say what)
Yo, if I want a fat that keep her toes done (uh-huh)
When playin' my song ass spill out the thong
Am I wrong for dat? (Got big ass)
Am I for dat? (Tchk, no)

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