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

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

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

'Cuz my the gun is covered in
Not this range, when I pump this pistol, it's very I miss it
Damn it on ya
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 ain't got chance

in my draw, you get it
Thats y'all walks for two dicks, so don't be stupid
And make me use one unless you, 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 you doubt on the [Incomprehensible]?
Big Pun the undoubtable, the only rapper pull 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 be out somewhere killin' somethin'

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

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

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

Now its on the Bronx where 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
your body fold back
Lift his soul with the chrome
I don't chat on the phone, 'cuz the tapped

You heard there's money on the we control 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, tryin'a

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

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

Ai yo, its on, I'd stay on the block
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 bitch
And everytime you spit, I'ma spit sicker shit
Ridiculous, I reminisce I blaze the track
Tight shit, make a wanna play ya back

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

your wig twisted 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 bitch flame a verse

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