Luyện nghe bài hát Wat's Wrong

Cut my and bump my head and fell on top
And run on sins, and front on
If we don't win then pay your Tithes and mend your
And we alright, the Kaio Ken and big old
And LA hoes, if ain't rolled up, I ain't go
I home, I ain't them, I ain't them
No more and no more trends
And tint and photo lens, notice this
Pour shit, bonafide, woe is me
of grits, naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck
Other side chill for niggas, makin' life clear for niggas
Hill for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas, this the side to side
So give the nigga, if we honest you miss a nigga
with 'em, this the isms
See your bitch might kiss a nigga, which Get specific
Big ass pot, is glistened, your list is shit
And your, if it isn't, call some titties and scar your face
The robe of wrongs has a case
Other niggas they Mobb like say from far away
All my like "Calm down"
Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen
Catch that at night, and Bobby Whitney
Get too tired to and died in prison
like Rob tonight, lost my god tonight?

Oh sometimes I get so of myself
Feel I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my
I need just to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of
But I'll make it out
So roll another, another one
And put it all in the air now

How many souls do you a day?
How many hoes do you fuck a
How flows do your thought convey?
How know you can't walk away?
on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me
Might heal around me, how the wind blow
Open your window, at the and never let me in
I kick back with kick
if I could live a hundred years that be real?
Pay me if I'mma be rhymin' these
Crazy, my show went to my mom 'n' 'em
My daddy said a had haunted him
But now he got one, I'm ridin'
With a three-piece chicken dinner and gun
I bring your to an ending and pop one
I'm in the deep end, boss you not one
And I in Kool-Aid and God's son
Do you that Black man is our son?
I made enough residuals to some
I gave enough, my niggas know I some
I Zay, I'm the best rapper since twenty five
like that for a while now, I'm twenty-nine
Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin'
Pardon me, see my alter ego was
He and I been around ever Reagan was criticized
Might stay in the tower for one week
Spray all the walls and smoke weed
Fuck them and fuck and fuck me
I proceed my last check in
To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the
To fix the blocks we on to right my
The word, to the life we live as I get...

...so ahead of
Feel like I'm in circles
Oh and I'm just onto my breath
I smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so of myself
But I'll make it out
So another, roll another one
And put it all in the air now

Oh you got two Xannies, oh, just forget me
Love me for the moment (all in the air now) hug me a sibling
We that important, vice cops in the kitchen
Grew with Apollonia (all in the air now) Rob was makin'
Beat me down, you beat me down, my face
Now when I go home, I don't what my fam gon' say
They say it ain't love cause you flowers yesterday
Thoughts was always cheap, cheap,
But now let's 'bout me, me, me
Lately I been comin', ain't goin' how I wanted
When I pull up at your window, bitch out, you hear that beep, beep, beep
as your EBT, closer than you momma can
Anger when you rang up, I'm a dog but I'm crawl again
Freak me out, keep me out, why they leave me out
Niggas been hatin' just can't wait to have my CD now
Don't we look like CP and Nirvana on that keep me
Please be down, I been than late...

Oh sometimes I get so of myself
Feel like I'm runnin' in
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my
I need smoke just to
Oh and I get so ahead of
But make it out somehow
So roll another, another one
And put it all in the air now
All in the air now

Okay, I'mma you this story, man... A few years ago, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia, Cilvia Demo and my pops said, uh... he listened to it for about a week, came back to me, said, uh... said, "Dang, boy, why... Zay talkin' 'bout he gon' run up in somebody house? He... he... he talkin' 'bout you?"

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