Luyện nghe bài hát What Ya Wanna Do?

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

(Verse 1)
Baby motherfucker -- fake nigga head bussa
If I don't ya dont trust ya
If I don't ya then 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, keep the gauge out
Hoe shit played out ya whole posse laid out
Birds and that's all that excite me
Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all entice me
President lover, undercover, ain't another me
You get a ki half from Columbia fuckin with B
Believe it's just in me to be a real
Gats I load, slip you dont value on ya shoulder
Now I done told ya -- the is real all the time
survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine
I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I do
who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew
Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster hate it
Takin off like cause Manny Fresh can't be faded
I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. nigga
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 then it
Yo is a banana, squeal and get peeled
Feel what come out my grill it's a must I 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 'cause
Ya get it how ya nigga

(Verse 2)
Fuck all that assholin lets beef
I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets'
Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake
Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to somthin
Lay it down.. make the wrong move..
Think again.. you sendin messages, it's too late
Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the
Big Boy fuck with us retaliation is a must
Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer
Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy finger
I let em hang-a....what you say you gon do me,do it man
Underestimate in this war you gon it man
Got a AR... 15 I
D.O.A I hit the scene nahmean?
It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo
I behind limo tint with the optimo lit
Bust the 911, let me take my hit
Y'all done started, you quit
I'm rushin a monster blitz
Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to us
Cockin and be poppin nigga its time to hanlde up

(Chorus)x2

(Verse 3)
All these.. niggaz wan rep on me
Knowin ain't bout to step 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 bout my place in this biz
Let a nigga take me after all this time? Shiiiit
I'm a uptown shiner, takin what's mine-a
Used to spin bins in and pathfinders
That's just to you, niggaz that tryin to
lil doogie slip nigga ill down you
Me and my rounds come through set
Gettin it how we and, takin respect ain't given
50 rounds out assault rifle we deliverin
scary motha fuckaz...on ya in each ya shiverin
Fuckin with the B.G., Money goin broke
puttin change on niggaz brains me

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