Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong Nigga to Fuck Wit

Goddamn, a brand new payback
the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black
How motherfuckers gotta pay?
to the shelf and dusted off the AK

Caps get pealed
'The Nigga Ya Love To Hate' still can 'Kill at Will'
It ain't no pop 'cause sucks
And you can New Jack swing on my

Down wit the niggaz I bail out
I'm platinum bitch and I didn't to sell out
Fuck you Ice Cube, that's what the say
Fuck Amerikkka, still wit the K

you know when my nine goes pop
It'll bust head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up
Now, let's see drop
Punk motherfuckers tryin' to ban

Fuck R&B and the man
I'm the one that stand with the gun in
Make before you buck with Duck Quick
Punk, 'cause I'm the nigga to fuck wit

I'ma let y'all one thing man

Hell yeah, it's on, you better 'em
Ice Cube and I'm with the motherfuckin' L.M.
It's the number one in the area
Make a move for gat and I'll bury ya

Ashes to ashes, to dirt
Punks when I put in work
'Cause Mob niggaz are the craziest
And y'all motherfuckers can't my shit

South Central, where the Lench Mob dwell
fools up with the big ass L
One time can't hold me
Sweatshirt, and crokersacs

Stop givin' to the Raiders
'Cause Al Davis, never us
I hope he wear a
It's all about the L E N C H, know the rest

Motherfuckin' crew, mob
Do a motherfuckin' job in a motherfuckin'
In '91, Ice grew stronger and bigger
And I'm the wrong to fuck wit

One and two, ah e and ah four and
Wait a minute, a minute, wait a minute
Drop a old school

Like I said, a brand new payback
Now in '91, let's see who beats the
Sir grew a little bit taller
Keep the wack out, true, motherfuckin' baller

And hoes can't roll on bitches looking like En Vogue gotta 'Hold On'
Don't let me catch Gates in traffic
I have it to peel his cap backwards
I hope he a vest too, and his best blue, goin' up against the Zulu

Break his like a jellyfish
Kick his ass 'til I'm smellin'
Off wit the head, off wit the I say
And watch the start kickin'

Run around like a chicken, grand dragon lickin'
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula, now we got, Fried Cracker
Mess with the Cube, you get punked
Pig, 'cause I'm the wrong to fuck wit

Last in the world you wanna fuck with
Last person in the you wanna fuck with
Last person in the world you wanna with