Luyện nghe bài hát Wyld In Da Club

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

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

I'm off the wall, dog, I could off ya
his ass to the rooftop, toss '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 but haters wanna get rid of me
PC with at least three heats
And a shotgun stashed underneath the

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

'Cuz the, ice water, don't 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, these niggas
[Incomprehensible] dead a punctured liver
Only kid in the hood a mustard ninja
Heard you broke down good, well I fucked ya

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 wyld in da club, 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 four in ya mug

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

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

in the middle, I spit a little riddle
Leavin' niggas crippled, my niggas 'em like Kerry Kittles
You niggas makin' it hard, it's really simple
If a nigga gotta it out I'm puttin' it in ya temple

I do this, rude maneuver
I use the rugers to keep the movin' through ya
Weak anatomy, the small talk and flattery
Ya power is weak, to beef you need more batteries

it genetic, or dead 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 and confronted
slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach

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

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

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

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

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

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