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 warfare gon be the of it
(yes yes indeed)
it out..

(Verse 1)
Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake nigga bussa
If I don't know ya dont ya
If I don't trust ya fuck ya
my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga
Out to have thangs I hustle for 6 figures
up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out
Hoe done played out ya whole posse laid out
Birds and money that's all excite me
bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me
President lover, undercover, ain't another me
You get a ki price from Columbia fuckin with B
Believe it's 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
Gotta survive the game nigga die for mine
I lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do
Shoot who I shoot if ya outside my crew
Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa it
Takin off like Delta cause Fresh can't be faded
I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street
Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six deep
I'm dangerous.. I raw I don't cut it
If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded fuck it
Yo head is a banana, and get peeled
Feel what out my grill it's a must I keep it real nigga

(Chorus)x2
cha wan do nigga
How ya wan do it
When ya wan do it we could get to it
You could it how ya wanna
Bring it how ya
Accept it in blood
Ya get it how ya live

(Verse 2)
Fuck all that assholin lets beef
Remember I'm the one that said it to the streets'
Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, somthin
Got a K with a -- and I'm ready to spray somthin
Lay it down.. make the move.. checkmate
again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late
Tryin to recuperate.. we left ya in the dust
Big Boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a
Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer
Assault rifle banger.. got a trigger finger
I let em hang-a....what you say you gon do me,do it man
Underestimate in war you gon lose it man
Got a AR... 15 I
D.O.A when I hit the scene
It's a bust-back thang grab yo shit
I behind limo tint with the optimo lit
open the 911, let me take my hit
Y'all done started, you quit
I'm rushin with a monster
Lights out like the eclipse, tryin to battle us
Cockin and be bout poppin its time to hanlde up

(Chorus)x2

(Verse 3)
All these.. niggaz wan rep on me
Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther
All these other initials U.P.T, and H.B. --
mean nothin to the B.G
I'm to get down and dirty 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 in camerys and pathfinders
That's just to remind you, niggaz that to
Fade lil doogie nigga ill down you
Me and my come through set trippin
Gettin it how we live and, takin ain't given
50 rounds out each assault we deliverin
scary fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin
Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money broke
puttin change on brains behind me

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