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 guerilla gon be the whole of it
(yes yes indeed)
it out..

(Verse 1)
Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- nigga head bussa
If I don't know ya dont ya
If I don't trust ya fuck ya
Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta on the next nigga
Out to have thangs I hustle for 6 figures
up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out
Hoe done played out ya whole posse laid out
Birds and money all that excite me
Fuck bitches I'm money that's all that entice me
President lover, undercover, ain't like me
You get a ki half from Columbia fuckin with B
Believe it's just in me to be a real
Gats I load, slip you value 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 I gotta do
Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my
Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa it
off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded
I'm a young nigga.. nigga.. street nigga
Tryna get on my feet I creep you six feet deep
I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I cut it
If I or not, as long as ya loaded then fuck it
Yo head is a banana, squeal and get
Feel what come out my grill it's a must I keep it nigga

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

(Verse 2)
Fuck all that assholin lets beef
Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the
Twerk somthin, up nigga, shake somthin
Got a K with a drum -- and I'm to spray somthin
Lay it down.. the wrong move.. checkmate
Think again.. you peace 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 trigger finger
I let em hang-a....what you say you gon do me,do it man
in this war you gon lose it man
Got a AR... 15 I
D.O.A when I hit the nahmean?
It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo
I come behind limo tint with the lit
Bust the 911, let me take my hit
Y'all started, you can't quit
I'm rushin with a blitz
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.. niggaz wan rep on me
Knowin they ain't to step cross Martin 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 what's mine-a
Used to spin bins in and pathfinders
That's to remind you, niggaz that tryin to
Fade lil slip nigga ill down you
Me and my rounds come set trippin
Gettin it how we live and, takin respect given
50 out each assault rifle we deliverin
scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in ya shiverin
Fuckin the B.G., Cash Money goin broke
puttin on niggaz brains behind me

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