Luyện nghe bài hát So What'cha Want

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

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

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

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

Well they call me Mike D, the man
I'm Spoonie Gee, I'm the metropolitician
You scream and you holler, my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your

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

Ah, well, it's wack when jacked in the back of a ride
With your know, with your flow, when you're out by
me, what 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
I think I'm losing my mind, this time
This time, I'm losing my

(Yeah, you front on that)

But little do you know about that I talk about
I'm tired of driving, it's due time I walkabout
But in the meantime, I'm wise to the
I've got eyes in the back of my 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 said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha (what'cha want?)
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha (what'cha want?)

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

Well, I'm as cool as a in a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no
But if you're hot to trot, you think 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, want? (what'cha want?)
So what'cha, what'cha, want? (what'cha want?)
I said, what'cha, what'cha, want? (what'cha want?)
I said, what'cha, what'cha, what'cha (what'cha want?)