Luyện nghe bài hát What Ya Wanna Do?

(Intro)
This ain't even much the of it ya heard me?
(no no indeed)
of it.. that guerilla 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 trust ya then fuck ya
Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the nigga
Out to have I hustle hard for 6 figures
Raised up thugged out, 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 money that's all that entice me
President lover, undercover, ain't another me
You get a ki half price Columbia fuckin with B
it's just 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 survive the game I'ma 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, buster playa hate it
Takin off Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded
I'm a nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga
Tryna get on my feet I you sleep six feet deep
I'm dangerous.. I raw I don't cut it
If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded then it
Yo head is a banana, squeal and get
Feel what come out my grill a must I keep it real nigga

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

(Verse 2)
Fuck all that assholin nigga beef
Remember I'm the one that 'take it to the streets'
Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, somthin
Got a K with a drum -- and I'm to spray somthin
Lay it down.. make the wrong move..
Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too
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 banger.. got a itchy 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 when I hit the nahmean?
It's a bust-back thang grab yo shit
I come limo tint with the optimo lit
open the 911, let me take my hit
Y'all started, you can't quit
I'm with a monster blitz
out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us
Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its time to up

(Chorus)x2

(Verse 3)
All these.. niggaz wan rep on me
Knowin they ain't to step cross Martin Luther King
All these other besides U.P.T, and H.B. --
mean nothin to the B.G
I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in biz
Let a nigga take me after all this time? Shiiiit
I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's
Used to spin in camerys and pathfinders
That's just to remind you, that tryin to
Fade lil slip nigga ill down you
Me and my rounds come set trippin
it how we live and, takin respect ain't given
50 rounds out assault rifle we deliverin
scary fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin
Fuckin with the B.G., Money goin broke
puttin change on brains behind me

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