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 burn
Its on me and pun ain't the Bronx
wrong, nigga we can get it on

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

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

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

Nigga, I'm pumpin' my four, I throwin' no more
Nowadays niggas run upstairs, open 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 make me use one you, that bitch

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

How dare you doubt on the
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 out ya belly button
I'm too violent for rap shit
I be out somewhere killin' somethin'

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

On your mark get ready, run, I'm sparkin'
The one get locked stand back and watch where you
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 still gon' hit niggas
up north you be tossin' salads with maple syrup
I know you to hear it, but everybody know this one
Why you always gotta be right, nigga, why you ever be wrong?

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

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

You heard money on the block we control that
I got the in the pot where that stove at
Cook it up 'til it's wack, get my 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 slide I coulda put five in your jeep
Who's liver than me? I know 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 mind
Don't make me to cock my nine, pop ya spine
Neva did in the Don's
Since '92 I've been proving that y'all was wrong

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

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

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

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

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