Luyện nghe bài hát You Was Wrong

T-S
Y'all don't

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ai yo its one, you I was wack
You was wrong, album plat
Yo its on, talkin' shit
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 outta you, you can't tell me nothin'

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

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

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

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

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

Who the fuck want beef with Joe
Make your fold back
Lift his soul the chrome 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
it up 'til 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 know you really want it

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

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

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

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

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

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