Luyện nghe bài hát What Ya Wanna Do?

(Intro)
This ain't even the half 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 Gangsta motherfucker -- nigga head bussa
If I know 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 thangs I hustle hard for 6
up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out
Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse out
Birds and money that's all excite me
Fuck bitches I'm bout that's all that entice me
lover, undercover, ain't another like me
You get a ki half price from Columbia with B
it's just in me to be a real soldier
Gats I load, slip you dont value on ya shoulder
Now I done told ya -- the is real all the time
Gotta survive the nigga I'ma die for mine
I ain't lyin.. I do what the I gotta do
Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya my crew
Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster hate it
Takin off like Delta Manny Fresh can't be faded
I'm a young nigga.. nigga.. street nigga
get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep
I'm dangerous.. I raw I don't cut it
If I profit or not, as long as ya then fuck it
Yo head is a banana, squeal and get
Feel what come out my it's a must I keep it real nigga

(Chorus)x2
What cha wan do
How ya wan do it
When ya wan do it we could get to it
You could take it how ya
it how ya feel
Accept it in 'cause
Ya get it how ya nigga

(Verse 2)
Fuck all that nigga lets beef
Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the
somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin
Got a K a drum -- and I'm ready to spray somthin
Lay it down.. make the move.. checkmate
Think again.. you peace messages, it's too late
Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the
Big Boy can't fuck with us is a must
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 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 grab yo shit
I come behind tint with the optimo lit
Bust open the 911, let me my hit
Y'all done started, you quit
I'm with a monster blitz
out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us
Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its to hanlde up

(Chorus)x2

(Verse 3)
All these.. niggaz wan rep on me
Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Luther King
All other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. --
Don't nothin to the B.G
I'm ready to get and dirty bout my place in this biz
Let a nigga take me after all this time? Shiiiit
I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's
Used to spin bins in camerys and
just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to
Fade lil doogie slip ill down you
Me and my rounds through set trippin
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
with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke
puttin on niggaz brains behind me

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