Luyện nghe bài hát Wyld In Da Club

Don't take it personal, only music
at me, yo, yo, ice water, yo, yo, yo, yo

Try me, put a clip in a nigga
Fuck a hole, my bullets'll dig a in a nigga
Listen, I've been reppin', only pack big
One to the stomach, you missin' ya midsection

I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya
Stick his ass to the rooftop, 'em off
Hit the ave with the off the porch
I get money it costs to floss, nigga you feelin' me?

And if not then what you gotta deal with me
I'm only here for a minute but wanna get rid of me
PC with at least three heats
And a stashed underneath the backseats

You niggas actin' like you feel a draft
You ya man, tell him I'ma kill his ass
And I don't, wanna I want a mill in cash
I come through 'tards shittin', lookin' ill in the

'Cuz it's the, ice water, get it confused
And one false move'll cause me to spit at you
It's stumic, and I'm pickin' ya food
And no one out you know that my niggas'll do you

Let's spit on 'em, rush niggas
[Incomprehensible] with a punctured liver
Only kid in the hood a mustard ninja
Heard you broke down good, well I ya sister

Eh yo we in da club, style in the club
This is for my gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down in the club
Talk and get the four pound in ya mug

Yo we wyld in da club, style in the
is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down in the club
slick and get the four pound in ya mug

Yo I keep my gun on me, what the fuck want from me?
Y'all my property somebody gon' die, uh huh
This ain't no joke, for real, my niggas they totin' they steel
All it takes is a phone and they ready to ride

Eh yo the are dealt, the words are spoken
Nigga, to the hell, the gates is open
Gatekeeper, first degree murder through the
Who deep to flow with the reaper?

Stuck in the middle, I spit a little
Leavin' niggas crippled, my niggas ball 'em like Kerry
You niggas makin' it hard, really kinda simple
If a nigga gotta pull it out I'm it in ya temple

Official I do this, maneuver
I use the rugers to keep the bullets through ya
Weak anatomy, fuck the talk and flattery
Ya power is weak, to beef you much more batteries

Keep it genetic, or it, ice water inc we said it
Whoever so-called did it or said it, it and spread it
Fake it or front it, get ambushed and
With slugs in ya head, back, chest and

don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em dead in the club
And let them things and rip through 'em dead in the club
Is you gon' fuck and be the nigga dead in the club?

Eh yo we in da club, style in the club
is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down rounds in the
Talk slick and get the pound in ya mug

Yo we in da club, style in the club
is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down in the club
Talk slick and get the pound in ya mug

Egyptian look, gazelles on, L's lit, this how it's down
Ski mask, channel shit, move like a click
Nineteen eighties babies, worldwide, ya on our dick

All you know is Rae look good, he hood, envision the
I make money like them niggas who take
Fresh out the can, Duran look, van
The ill Castro, rap son of Sam

rugers, more bow and arrows still no losers
Forty five dollars ahead, I go at niggas shootin' leads
Stop absorbin', break shit that gay shit out ya head

Wyld in da club, style in the
This is for my niggas down in the club
At the bar throwin' down rounds in the
Talk and get the four pound in ya mug

Yo we wyld in da club, style in the
This is for my niggas gettin' down in the
At the bar throwin' rounds in the club
slick and get the four pound in ya mug