Luyện nghe bài hát You Was Wrong

T-S
don't know?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How dare you on the [Incomprehensible]?
Big Pun the undoubtable, the only that'll pull out a gun
And slap the shit you, you can't tell me nothin'

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

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

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

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

Now its on from the Bronx where 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 with Joe
Make your body back
Lift his soul with the chrome
I chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped

You heard there's on the block we control that
I got the work in the pot that stove at
Cook it up 'til it's wack, get my dough
You so wack, tryin'a compete

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

I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they when they see me comin'
Ain't nodoby stop my shine, you out'cho mind
Don't make me have to my nine, pop ya spine
Neva did believe in the
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 on the rock
So its on, thought I wasn't 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 wanna play ya back

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

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

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