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 pounds up, and start bustin' the motherfuckers
Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me a little bit
Yeah yeah

Yo, first of all I'm a man, pay my own bills
Stated own real, haters feel
Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold
You bounty be on the chase for Joe Young
I won't slip, keep pink to my car
I'm raw like sushi bars on bougie
I retrieve the money, labrador
Ray can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw
You get mashed out, cause your bird is
Don't be the next vinyl cut to Legend
I can where you at, when I pound you up
You out of town rhymes, oh you clowns is up
My crew stay in the truck, fit in the Porsche
If you bitches happy, then get a divorce
I'ma do what I want, cause my is now
Grab the rap game, and divide it down

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 (Hey, I guess not)
Yo yo, if I walk into the with my hand on my snub
Beatin down security cause I give a fuck
Am I wrong for (Mmm mmm)
Dawg, am I for dat? (Say what)

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

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

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