Luyện nghe bài hát So Watcha' Want

Well, just me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from
You I get fly, you think I get high
You that I'm gone and I'm-a tell you all why

So me who are you dissing, maybe I'm missing
The that you're smilin' or wildin', so listen
In my head, I just want to take 'em
Imagination set loose and I'm gonna 'em down

Let it flow like a
I get on, I like to ride and glide
I've got depth of perception in my text,
I get props at my cause I vex, y'all

So what'cha, what'cha, want? (what'cha want?)
I get so funny with my money that you
I said, "Where'd you get your from," huh?
You think that you can front when revelation
(Yeah, you can't on that)

Well call me Mike D, the ever-loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee, I'm the
You scream and you holler, 'bout my Impala
But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your

But like a dream I'm without no stopping
Sweeter than a cherry pie Reddi Whip topping
From mic-to-mic, kickin' it
Well, I'll be calling out you people a casting call

Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a
With your know, with your flow, you're out getting by
Believe me, you see is what you get
And you see me, I'm off as you can bet

Well I think I'm losing my mind, this
This time I'm my mind, that's right
Said I think I'm losing my mind, this
time, I'm losing my mind

(Yeah, you front on that)

But little do you about something that I talk about
I'm tired of driving, it's due that I walkabout
But in the meantime, I'm to the demise
got eyes in the back of my head so I realize

Well, I'm Dr. Spock, I'm to rock, y'all
I you off the wall, if you're playing the wall
I what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (what'cha want?)
I said what'cha, what'cha, want? (what'cha want?)

Y'all write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the amount
See, I'm the long-leaner, Vincent the
I'm the illest motherfucker from to Gardena

Well, I'm as cool as a cucumber in a of hot sauce
You've got the and reason, but got no cause
But if hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease
I've got for you crews, you'll be sucking like a leech

Yeah, you can't front on

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha (what'cha want?)
So what'cha, what'cha, want? (what'cha want?)
I said, what'cha, what'cha, what'cha (what'cha want?)
I said, what'cha, what'cha, what'cha (what'cha want?)