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 bussa
If I don't ya dont trust ya
If I don't trust ya then ya
Keep my finger on the trigga.. think on the next nigga
Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6
up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out
Hoe done played out ya whole posse laid out
Birds and money that's all that me
Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that 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 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 shoot if ya my crew
Numbers 2-2-6, buster playa hate it
Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be
I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street
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 loaded then it
Yo is a banana, squeal and get peeled
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 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 assholin nigga lets beef
Remember I'm the one said 'take it to the streets'
somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin
Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray
Lay it down.. make the wrong move..
Think again.. you sendin messages, it's too late
Tryin to recuperate.. we left ya in the dust
Big Boy can't fuck with us is a must
Baby Gangsta, grim reaper, 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 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 nigga yo shit
I come behind limo tint the optimo lit
Bust the 911, let me take my hit
done started, you can't quit
I'm rushin with a monster
Lights out like the eclipse, tryin to battle us
Cockin and be bout nigga its time to hanlde up

(Chorus)x2

(Verse 3)
All these.. jive wan rep on me
Knowin they ain't to step cross Martin Luther King
All these other initials 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 down all this time? Shiiiit
I'm a shiner, bout takin what's mine-a
Used to bins in camerys and pathfinders
That's just to you, niggaz that tryin to
Fade lil doogie slip ill down you
Me and my rounds through set trippin
Gettin it how we live and, takin respect given
50 rounds out each assault we deliverin
scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in ya shiverin
Fuckin with the B.G., Cash goin broke
puttin change on brains behind me

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