Luyện nghe bài hát You Got Wrecked (mike Jones Diss)

I in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set
Cup-cup purple barre, and my car red
I got effects surroundin' my neck
No-no you don't nigga, Dike Jones got wrecked

When I step in the club, you yo neck
You know why I'm here, to take my
You can't get next, I to plex
So call up Jones and tell him he just got wrecked

Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(All hoe ass niggaz)
Hoe ass niggaz, guess I remind you
(I tryed to let that nigga man)

Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(Got respect for and the House man)
Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(But nah man)

Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(Hoe ass nigga)
Hoe ass niggaz, guess I remind you
(Niggaz gotta get with man, out there bumpin' they gums)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I remind you
(Talkin' all that nigga)
Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(It's Koopa, ay)

I got 'em scramblin', I know he feel the pressure to
But I can him, that hoe gon' show respect to the chief
He the King of who?, King of what?, Street
I lay you out over some like some sesame seeds

Meet you half-way, it's I'm interceptin' ya beef
Await on my front-lawn, I'm expectin' ya beef
I know that Mike, wanna turn the plex into peace
But I can't, why? I threw away my receipt

I'm 'bout to get him, just when he thought Koopa was in
Scrap or keep it on wax, matter whatever suits ya
I don't Dre, but ay I wouldn't introduce ya
I a beat down on ya ass like a producer

Future, nah I won't let you have next
I bet he E-mail me and try to send me Internet
Go and pop some X, go and pop some Zanex
Do something better with ya and go and have some hand sex

You ain't bringin' Cham' plex, you on a
What type of fool is you? suit you for your funeral
A bunch of niggaz hit me sayin' they wanna do to you
Don't worry, I won't let 'em shoot at you, until I through you

I in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set
Cup-cup purple barre, and my car red
I got effects surroundin' my neck
No-no you don't nigga, Jones just got wrecked

When I step in the club, you yo neck
You know why I'm here, to take my
You can't get next, I came to
So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I remind you
(All hoe ass niggaz)
Hoe ass niggaz, guess I remind you
(Shoulda known that nigga was man)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I remind you
(Niggaz was tellin' me that nigga was fraud)
Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta you
(And I was defendin' nigga man)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta you
(Shoulda better man)
Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(Should it, should seen it comin')

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I remind you
(Fraud ass nigga)
Hoe ass niggaz, I gotta remind you
(Gotta new name nigga, Jones)

Yeah, Chamillionaire the biggest to any nigga that think he doin' it
I gave you life, but I'll take it back, your through with it
I gave you plenty chances, but now it's you ruined it
Swisha before you, and Koopa was your influence, kid

You was on Tidwell, tryna slang me your
Got in the game, and then you switched it to slangin' crack
I ain't a pussy trust that, it no thang to attack
And it no thang to react, the heater sang and go clap

Ain't no explainin' for that, you get lit up a candle
Give you more then a sample, bet that get trampled
Make that dike an example, kiddie gonna ban you
They gon' have to cancel his on the Disney Channel

He hated on Magno, see people noticed him
He talked on his boy to me, while doin' shows with him
Said the streets ain't feelin' him, how you even know it
you got your wack ass rap style from Nickolodean

Who? Dike Jones, who? Dike
Wrote his name and his number on his Swisha thong
Who? Dike Jones, who? Jones
Ain't with ya team but still the King of the House throne

I in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set
Cup-cup purple barre, and my car red
I got effects surroundin' my neck
No-no you don't nigga, Dike Jones just got

When I in the club, you breakin' yo neck
You know why I'm here, to take my
You can't get next, I came to
So call up Jones and tell him he just got wrecked