Luyện nghe bài hát You Was Wrong

T-S
Y'all know?

Ai yo its on, I see how niggas learn
You is wrong, thought the fire didn't
Its on me and pun from the Bronx
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 forty thou, you can have yo' child, you know
I had to go through to clap this clown, check my background

The last nigga to see you bleed, the nigga to see you breath
The last nigga you you shoulda believed
And drag, move quick, blend right a wall 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 talkin' like y'all with no weap-ons

Nigga, I'm pumpin' my four, I throwin' no more
niggas run upstairs, open they drawer
My circumstance, you got that chance

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

Ai yo its one, you I was wack
You was wrong, album plat
Yo its on, stop shit
You was wrong, get off my

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

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

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

On mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin' everyone
The one get stand back 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 gon' hit cha'll niggas
Because up north you be tossin' with maple syrup
I know you hate to hear it, but everybody know one
Why you gotta be right, nigga, why can't you ever be wrong?

Now its on from the Bronx where 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 want beef with Joe Crack
Make body fold back
his soul with the chrome mack
I chat on the phone, 'cuz the phone tapped

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

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

I'm like Christ, niggas beg for life when they see me comin'
nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind
Don't make me to cock my nine, pop ya spine
Neva did believe in the
Since '92 I've been that y'all niggas 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 right all

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

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

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

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