Luyện nghe bài hát You Was Wrong

T-S
don't know?

Ai yo its on, I see how niggas learn
You is wrong, the fire didn't burn
Its on me and pun ain't 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 owed us a
Gimme thou, you can have yo' child, you don't know
What I had to go through to this clown, check 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 wall like a
The only you see before 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 keep talkin' like y'all with no weap-ons

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

in my draw, you get it
Thats means y'all walks for two dicks, so be stupid
And me use one unless you, that bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now its on from the where it's at
You was wrong, me and Pun it back
Now its on, on with the gat
You was wrong, its the Don, Crack

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

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

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

I'm like Christ, niggas beg for they life when see me comin'
nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho mind
Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya
Neva did believe in the
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 all along

I told these niggas, that I was the sickest
And everytime you spit, spit some sicker shit
Ridiculous, I reminisce I blaze the track
Tight shit, make a wanna play ya back

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

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

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