Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong Ones

Yeah.. no runnin
Hahah..
Yeah no more america's most and all that shit
the mic now
Runnin with my pun boogie baby
Lot of fronted
they gonna put me on, help me and shit like that there
But you it golden with me my nigga
right, you fuckers
Dead, and killin shit!

sunkiss + big pun

I'm the wrong one to fuck
Fuck with me and you'll get quick, fuck you suck dick, hah
You ain't got no wins in mi
Que te pasa, you even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck
in the truck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah
You ain't got no wins in mi
Que te pasa, hah ha..

I'm as wicked as first born
Cause of me, lot of old ladies purse
"kill niggaz softly" but not with her
Matter of fact I kill em viciously,
Strip them down to nudity
Shove the chrome where they be
It's a stick up, don't try to get
Don't chance it duke
I want y'all motherfuckers strippin like you for luke
Don't stop, give it give it - or you get it get it
Get fuckin yankee fitted splitted when I spit it spit it
Y'all faggot funny as saturday night live
through in a white 5 and snipe five
Y'all got some wives
Show me where y'all re' at, the ki' at
Sleep eat and pee at, park your 3 at
Spark like vietnam, tell mom through the intercom,
"ups sign here," send a bomb
that bitch - roasted and toasted like a chestnut
And if I run out of milk, for cereals, I her breasts cut
Got this pitbull and I feed him fresh guts - em cujo!
Steal your and dick the culo
yo' ass and I don't know a lick of judo
Fly to p.r. - menudo
back, cop a 6 with two-do'
Cop a brick from you who, julio crew
From heights in jail I had niggaz washin my nike's
Now I'm the mic, extortionist type
Harsh a knife
I'm flossin yo' ice on some bronx shit

[big
is livin in my metabolism
Givin em spasms and at baby baptisms
That's all my thinkin bout, drinkin your blood
love flooded rugs bloody and bloated mugs
Leavin the decap' and severn when I'm beheadin
The is lettin demons slip into heaven
Goin back to ritual times
What you gon' find - shiftings of satan in bind
Nevermind, I do that often, I've risen
Bust out my coffin, I'm a livin
Battled the and deaded his demons
Trained other beings to be in his levels of hell,
screamin
Seein bodies bloody and bloated corroded
the chinese exploded
Know they run gotti who know it (check it)
I never run I ran, the fattest motherfuckin man
I with cuban makin junk to jams
That's all I'm knowin and I'm never
All on your soul I feed, I'm lettin punk motherfuckers
Fuckin with me, better hide yo'
think twice, before you ride on me
Cause i'ma your weight,
I'm droppin you in the incinerator
Then I'm hittin the and poppin two in the incubator
how we do it pana, hardcore, no more goo-goo ga-ga
Oh I'm sorry pa-pa, was you the

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