Luyện nghe bài hát What Ya Wanna Do?

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

(Verse 1)
Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- fake head bussa
If I don't know ya dont ya
If I don't ya then fuck ya
Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next
Out to have thangs I hustle for 6 figures
Raised up out, keep the fuckin gauge out
Hoe shit done played out ya posse laid out
Birds and money all that excite me
bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me
President lover, undercover, ain't another me
You get a ki half from Columbia fuckin with B
Believe it's in me to be a real soldier
Gats I load, slip you dont what's on ya shoulder
Now I done told ya -- the streets is real all the
Gotta the game nigga I'ma die for mine
I ain't lyin.. I do the fuck I gotta do
Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya my crew
Numbers 2-2-6, lotta playa hate it
Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be
I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. nigga
Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six deep
I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I cut it
If I profit or not, as long as ya then fuck it
Yo is a banana, squeal and get peeled
Feel what come out my grill 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 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
Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake
Got a K with a drum -- and I'm to spray somthin
Lay it down.. the wrong move.. checkmate
Think again.. you sendin peace messages, too late
Tryin to recuperate.. after we ya in the dust
Big Boy can't fuck us retaliation is a must
Baby Gangsta, reaper, death bringer
Assault banger.. got a itchy 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 I hit the scene nahmean?
It's a thang nigga grab yo shit
I come behind limo tint with the lit
Bust open the 911, let me my hit
Y'all done started, you can't
I'm rushin with a blitz
Lights out the eclipse, rookies tryin 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 step cross Martin Luther
All these initials besides 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 down after all time? Shiiiit
I'm a shiner, bout takin what's mine-a
Used to spin bins in and pathfinders
That's just to remind you, niggaz tryin to
Fade lil doogie nigga ill down you
Me and my rounds come through set
Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't
50 rounds out each assault we deliverin
scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya
Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money broke
puttin on niggaz brains behind me

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