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 warfare 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 ya then fuck ya
Keep my on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga
Out to have thangs I hard for 6 figures
Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin out
Hoe shit done out ya whole posse laid out
and money that's all that excite me
Fuck bitches I'm money that's all that entice me
lover, undercover, ain't another like me
You get a ki half price Columbia fuckin with B
Believe it's in me to be a real soldier
Gats I load, slip you dont value on ya shoulder
Now I done ya -- the streets is real all the time
Gotta the game nigga I'ma die for mine
I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I do
Shoot who I gotta 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.. nigga.. street nigga
Tryna get on my feet I you sleep six feet deep
I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I cut it
If I profit or not, as long as ya then fuck it
Yo head is a banana, squeal and get
Feel what out my grill 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
Bring it how ya
Accept it in 'cause
Ya get it how ya live

(Verse 2)
Fuck all assholin nigga lets beef
Remember I'm the one said 'take it to the streets'
Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake
Got a K a drum -- 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 fuck with us retaliation is a must
Baby Gangsta, reaper, death bringer
Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger
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 limo tint with the optimo lit
open the 911, let me take my hit
Y'all done started, you can't
I'm rushin a monster blitz
Lights out like the eclipse, rookies to battle 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 besides U.P.T, and H.B. --
Don't 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 this time?
I'm a uptown shiner, takin what's mine-a
to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders
That's just to remind you, niggaz tryin to
Fade lil slip nigga ill down you
Me and my come through set trippin
Gettin it how we live and, takin respect given
50 rounds out assault rifle we deliverin
scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya
with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke
puttin on niggaz brains behind me

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