Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong 4 Dat

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

Yo, of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills
Stated own real, haters gon'
Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold
You bounty hunters be on the for Joe Young
I won't slip, keep slips to my car
I'm raw sushi bars on bougie broads
I retrieve the money, dawg
Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy
You get mashed out, cause your is peckin'
Don't be the vinyl cut to Urban Legend
I can feel where you at, 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 ain't happy, then get a divorce
I'ma do what I want, cause my is now
the whole rap game, and divide it down

If I want to a Jeep with a seat out the back
Bitch out the back, system beat out the track
Am I for dat? (If that's what you like)
Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I not)
Yo yo, if I walk into the club my hand on my snub
Beatin security 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, half with Reginald
Hollow infrareds and clips came free
And you gotta believe 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
his whole body shakin' in fear
Stormtrooper fires lashin' out flames
A few ashes, when they analyze remains
I live in the streets, with the toolie
I kill you like part of my religious duty
Street sweeper keeper sweepin' thugs under the rug
Even females who think thugs
Trigger the of adrenaline
I'm gangsta-trippin' like the Bloods'n'Crips'n'them
Unleash the matter of energy, 'em
Why'd you do it? Because I 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 (I don't think so)
C'mon bitch, am I wrong for (Say what)
Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her done (uh-huh)
When playin' my song ass spill out the thong
Am I wrong for (Got that big ass)
Am I wrong for (Tchk, no)

I gotta, bang the to that bang bang pussy
To that to the pussy the beat, beat
And if yo', bitch sippin' that Cristal shit
she might be leavin' with 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