Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong 4 Dat

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

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

If I want to roll a with a seat out the back
Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the
Am I for dat? (If that's what you like)
Dawg, am I for dat? (Hey, I guess not)
Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my
Beatin down security I don't give a fuck
Am I for dat? (Mmm mmm)
Dawg, am I for dat? (Say what)

I copped the whole box, went half Reginald
Hollow infrareds and clips came free
And you ain't gotta believe me, fuck 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 lashin' out flames
A few ashes, when analyze your remains
I live in the streets, reside 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
the release of adrenaline
When I'm gangsta-trippin' the Bloods'n'Crips'n'them
Unleash the of energy, killin' 'em
Why'd you do it? Because I wasn't them!

If I ride the hood, smokin' a ounce of haze (uh-huh)
with a shabby haircut, I wore for days
Am I for dat? (I don't think so)
C'mon bitch, am I wrong for (Say what)
Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes (uh-huh)
When they playin' my ass spill out the thong
Am I for dat? (Got that big ass)
Am I wrong for (Tchk, no)

I gotta, bang the to that bang bang pussy
To bang to the pussy the beat, beat
And if yo', bitch ain't sippin' that shit
Then she might be with D, D
I got a chest, like Austin Powers
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