Luyện nghe bài hát You Was Wrong

T-S
don't know?

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

Ai yo, guns we 'em, and bodies we auction
To his family we tell 'em he owed us a
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 last nigga to see you
The last nigga you you shoulda believed
And drag, move quick, blend right into a wall a brick
The thing you see before I blow off ya shit is my wrist

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

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

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, album double
Yo its on, stop talkin'
You was wrong, get off my

How dare you doubt on the
Big Pun the undoubtable, the only that'll pull out a gun
And slap the shit outta you, you tell me nothin'

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

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

On your 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 I eat, fuck you nigga, literally
in your cheeks, you bitch in the street

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

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

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

You heard there's money on the block we that
I got the work in the pot where that at
Cook it up it's wack, get my dough back
You niggas so wack, 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 me? I ain't know you really want it

I'm like Christ, niggas beg for life when they see me comin'
Ain't nodoby gonna stop my shine, you out'cho
Don't make me have to cock my nine, pop ya
did believe in the Don's
Since '92 I've been proving that niggas 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 gonna
You was wrong, I was all along

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

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

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

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