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 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 I hustle hard for 6 figures
Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin out
Hoe shit done played out ya whole laid out
Birds and that's all that excite me
Fuck bitches I'm bout money all that entice me
President lover, undercover, another like me
You get a ki half price Columbia fuckin with B
Believe it's just in me to be a real
Gats I load, you dont value what's on ya shoulder
Now I done told ya -- the streets is 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 my crew
2-2-6, lotta buster 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 raw I don't cut it
If I profit or not, as as ya loaded then fuck it
Yo head is a banana, and get peeled
Feel what come out my grill it's a must I 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 take it how ya wanna
Bring it how ya
Accept it in 'cause
Ya get it how ya live

(Verse 2)
Fuck all that assholin nigga beef
I'm the one that 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.. the wrong move.. checkmate
Think again.. you sendin messages, it's too late
Tryin to recuperate.. we left ya in the dust
Big Boy can't fuck us retaliation is a must
Baby Gangsta, grim reaper, death
Assault rifle banger.. got a 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?
a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit
I come behind tint with the optimo lit
Bust the 911, let me take my hit
Y'all done started, you can't
I'm rushin with a monster
Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to us
Cockin and be bout poppin its time to hanlde up

(Chorus)x2

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

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