Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong 4 Dat

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

Yo, first of all I'm a man, pay my own bills
Stated own real, haters gon'
Direct Syndrome, mouth 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 bougie
I the money, dawg labrador
Ray can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw
You get mashed out, cause bird is peckin'
Don't be the next vinyl cut to Legend
I can feel where you at, when I you up
You out of town coke rhymes, oh you is up
My crew stay in the truck, fit in the Porsche
If you ain't happy, then get a divorce
I'ma do I want, cause my time is now
Grab the whole rap game, and divide it

If I want to roll a Jeep a seat out the back
Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the
Am I wrong for (If that's 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
Beatin down 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 infrareds and clips free
And you ain't gotta me, fuck bein' nervous
Far as I'm concerned they're at funeral service
What do we here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear
Have his body shakin' in fear
Stormtrooper throwin' lashin' out flames
A few ashes, when they analyze remains
I in the streets, reside with the toolie
I kill you like it's of my religious duty
Street sweeper keeper sweepin' thugs under the rug
Even females who think 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 ride through the hood, smokin' a of haze (uh-huh)
with a shabby haircut, pants I for days
Am I wrong for dat? (I don't so)
C'mon bitch, am I wrong for (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 for dat? (Got that big ass)
Am I wrong for (Tchk, no)

I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang pussy
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, like Austin
That bitch that "Stan" drowned, I fucked around her
Act a man, stand on your own two
Doc it all, fuck who it belong to