Luyện nghe bài hát What Ya Wanna Do?

(Intro)
This ain't even much the half of it ya me?
(no no indeed)
Part of it.. that guerilla gon be the whole of it
(yes yes indeed)
it out..

(Verse 1)
Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga head
If I don't ya dont trust ya
If I don't trust ya fuck ya
Keep my on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga
Out to have I hustle hard for 6 figures
Raised up thugged out, the fuckin gauge out
Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse out
Birds and money all that excite me
Fuck bitches I'm money that's all that entice me
President lover, undercover, ain't another me
You get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin B
it's just in me to be a real soldier
Gats I load, slip you value what's on ya shoulder
Now I done ya -- the streets is real all the time
survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine
I ain't lyin.. I do what the I gotta do
who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew
Numbers 2-2-6, buster playa hate it
Takin off like Delta cause Manny can't be faded
I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street
Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet
I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I cut it
If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded fuck it
Yo head is a banana, squeal and get
Feel come out my grill it's a must I keep it real nigga

(Chorus)x2
What cha wan do
How ya wan do it
ya wan do it we could get straight to it
You take it how ya wanna
it how ya feel
Accept it in blood
Ya get it how ya nigga

(Verse 2)
Fuck all that nigga lets beef
Remember I'm the one said 'take it to the streets'
Twerk somthin, up nigga, shake somthin
Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray
Lay it down.. make the wrong move..
Think again.. you sendin messages, it's too late
to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust
Big Boy can't with us retaliation is a must
Baby Gangsta, reaper, death bringer
rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger
I let em hang-a....what you say you gon do me,do it man
in this war you gon lose it man
Got a AR... 15 I
D.O.A I hit the scene nahmean?
a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit
I behind limo tint with the optimo lit
Bust the 911, let me take my hit
done started, you can't quit
I'm rushin a monster blitz
Lights out like the eclipse, rookies to battle us
Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its to hanlde up

(Chorus)x2

(Verse 3)
All these.. jive wan rep on me
Knowin they ain't bout to cross Martin Luther King
All these other initials U.P.T, and H.B. --
mean nothin to the B.G
I'm ready to get down and dirty my place in this biz
Let a nigga take me down after all this time?
I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's
Used to spin bins in and pathfinders
That's just to remind you, niggaz that to
Fade lil doogie slip nigga ill you
Me and my rounds come set trippin
Gettin it how we live and, takin ain't given
50 rounds out each assault rifle we
scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya
Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money broke
puttin change on niggaz brains me

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