Luyện nghe bài hát You Was Wrong

T-S
don't know?

Ai yo its on, I see how niggas didn't
You is wrong, thought the fire didn't
Its on me and pun ain't from the
You's wrong, we can get it on

Ai yo, we toss 'em, and bodies we auction
To his family we 'em he owed us a fortune
Gimme forty thou, you can have yo' child, you don't
What I had to go through to clap this clown, check my

The last to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath
The last you wish you shoulda believed
And drag, move quick, blend right into a like a brick
The only thing you see I blow off ya shit is my wrist

'Cuz my the gun is covered in
Not range, when I pump this pistol, it's very rare I miss it
it on ya lips
Y'all talkin' like y'all teflon with no weap-ons

Nigga, I'm pumpin' my four, I throwin' no more
niggas run upstairs, open they drawer
My circumstance, you ain't got chance

in my draw, you get it
Thats means walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid
And me use one unless you, that bitch

Ai yo its one, you thought I was
You was wrong, album plat
Yo its on, stop talkin'
You was wrong, get off my

How dare you doubt on the
Big Pun the undoubtable, the only rapper that'll out a gun
And slap the shit you, you can't tell me nothin'

I'll you and stomp out ya belly button
I'm too violent for rap shit
I should be out somewhere killin'

Too to blast, some niggas talk shit and dash
But I really will your ass
Juggernaut, I don't if you a thug or not
I'll get Jamaican on ya ass, boy, the bambaclad

On your get ready, run, I'm sparkin' everyone
The one get stand back and watch where you from
How you come and try to shit where I eat, fuck you nigga, literally
Dick in your cheeks, you in the street

But I'm gon' hit cha'll niggas
Because up north you be tossin' salads with syrup
I know you to hear it, but everybody know this one
Why you gotta be right, nigga, why can't you ever be wrong?

Now its on the Bronx where it's at
You was wrong, me and Pun brought it
Now its on, stay on the gat
You was wrong, its the Don, Joey

Who the fuck want beef Joe Crack
Make your fold back
Lift his soul with the mack
I don't on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped

You there's money on the block we control that
I got the work in the pot that stove at
Cook it up it's wack, get my dough back
You niggas so wack, compete

I blind you heat, I'm the reason crime on the street
I die for my peeps, keep an open eye I sleep
Let you when I coulda put five in your jeep
Who's liver than me? I ain't you really want it

I'm Christ, niggas beg for they life when they see me comin'
Ain't nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho
Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya
did believe in the Don's
Since '92 I've been proving that y'all was wrong

Ai yo, its on, though I'd stay on the
You was wrong, now Remi on the
So its on, I wasn't gonna drop
You was wrong, I was all along

I told these niggas, I was the sickest bitch
And you spit, I'ma spit some sicker shit
Ridiculous, I reminisce I blaze the track
Tight shit, make a nigga wanna play ya

I'm hatin' that, but make 'em all believers
hot, I'ma come and straight drop a fever
Cop a heater, turn around and pop leader
And for the followers, leave their heads hollower

Make your wig twisted as if I was
in a hospital, hooked up the monitors
Thats for the game, lames just came to first
'Cuz I ain't neva a bitch straight flame a verse

I blame the church, how God let you lie like
Who scribed you for, 'cuz you ain't neva rhymed that
How the you gon' tell me that chick is tight
She ain't 'cuz she don't write, you wrong