Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong 4 Dat

This is WKYA, We Kickin Yo' Ass
All you out there that want to get down with the pound
put your motherfuckin' pounds up, and start bustin' the
Am I too for this motherfucker? 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, with cold tongue
You bounty be on the chase for Joe Young
I won't slip, keep slips to my car
I'm raw like sushi on bougie broads
I retrieve the money, dawg
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 where you at, 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 ain't happy, get a divorce
I'ma do I want, cause my time is now
Grab the rap game, and divide it down

If I want to roll a Jeep 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 the club with my hand on my snub
Beatin down security I don't 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 gotta believe me, fuck bein' nervous
Far as I'm concerned at your funeral service
What do we have Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear
Have his whole body shakin' in
Stormtrooper fires lashin' out flames
A few ashes, they analyze your remains
I live in the streets, with the toolie
I kill you like it's part of my religious
sweeper thug 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
the matter of energy, killin' 'em
Why'd you do it? Because I wasn't them!

If I ride through the hood, smokin' a of haze (uh-huh)
with a shabby haircut, pants I wore for
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 they playin' my ass spill out the thong
Am I wrong for (Got that big ass)
Am I wrong for (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
Then she might be with D, D
I got a hairy-ass chest, like Powers
That bitch "Stan" drowned, I fucked around with her
Act like a man, on your own two
Doc takin' it all, who it belong to