Luyện nghe bài hát Wyld In Da Club

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

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

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 'cuz it costs to floss, you feelin' me?

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

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

'Cuz it's the, ice water, get it confused
And one false move'll cause me to spit at you
stumic, motherfucker and I'm pickin' ya food
And ain't no one out you know that my do you

Let's spit on 'em, rush niggas
dead with a punctured liver
Only kid in the hood with a ninja
Heard you broke down good, I fucked ya sister

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

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

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

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

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

Official I do this, rude
I use the rugers to the bullets movin' through ya
anatomy, fuck the small talk and flattery
Ya power is weak, to you need much more batteries

Keep it genetic, or dead it, ice inc we said it
Whoever did it or said it, promote it and spread it
Fake it or it, get ambushed and confronted
With slugs in ya head, back, and stomach

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

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

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

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

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

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

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