Luyện nghe bài hát What you Gonna do

Roach on the block
I took my throwback
Now my soldiers up
Hangin' a coatrack
Gun in the and
in the stash spot
Overtime, al
Try'na a fat knock
in my pocket
Like I'm carryin' a of bread
around the world
But I still local head
Got the shit to make 'em
It's hyper like a rally
Give 'em just a piece it 'em
Mime me a skip daddy
Glock, parked in the yard
the double pipes
If I ya try'na steal it
I'ma get life
I wanna do it, I ain't even really hate son
That's a damn shame but tomorrow, I'ma ???
Black Hummer waitin' for me in of the jail house
Comin' for the boys who thought that I bail out
Top citizen, on top of his shit again
Pimp type, M-J-G, another hit

MJG (Pimp C)]
This grown man shit, pussy ass nigga!
How you wanna do it, we can get to it
(Watchu do, how you wanna do it?)
(Pussy ass nigga, we can get to it, bitch)
This some man shit, pussy ass nigga!
How you do it, we can just get to it
(Watchu wanna do, how you do it?)
(Pussy ass nigga, we can get to it)

[8
ask me all the time
Am I tired of the
naw nigga, gettin' richer
That's all on my
the pine, smoke a pound
Grabbin' chickens, buy a
Delta airlines, pimp, I got some down ass
Broads wit' them cards
Make her listen, let her
TVs and some tiles for my momma car
Eighty-thousand dollars, I'mma ghetto superstar
come soft, never hard, that's a different charge
Tre-8 never jam if I blam blam!
If you not a regular, I'm taxin' you like Sam
Rubber gloves, blue and some Downy sheets
plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine
My uncle, "Old School" don't nothin' but a triple-beam
A dollar and a plate, he like to hit it he mix it
I be rollin' up in the den, countin' bread
30 dollars till my heart stop and I'm dead

C]
Unh
Sweet Jones is the of the year
Wrist of frozen fireworks
6 in my ear, fly hoes and and
Swangin' on them thangs
No I no lame, got cocaine
It ain't no thang bitch, for you to down holl'n for ten
Guaranteed when ya test it come and get 'em again
I heard a nigga say his name was Pimp C on "Boss'n Up" movie
But that ain't me
Too clones in the streets and on the microphone
Pussy ass niggaz need to my legacy alone
I'm a motherfuckin' king in that Texas
Don't to put that thang on them plexers
'Cause it ain't no thang to lay yo' off in yo' lap boy
Hit his figure wit' the trigger, off in the toy
Fuck me, not a change nigga you
You want a war? It's whateva you bitches do

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