Luyện nghe bài hát What you Gonna do

Roach spraid on the
Then I took my
Now my posted up
Hangin' like a
Gun in the and
Work in the stash
Overtime, al
Try'na make a fat
in my pocket
Like I'm carryin' a loaf of
Been around the
But I still love local
Got the shit to 'em jump
It's hyper a pimp rally
Give 'em a piece it make 'em
me like a skip daddy
Glock, Chevy parked in the
Wit' the double
If I catch ya steal it
get double life
I ain't wanna do it, I ain't really hate son
That's a damn shame but tomorrow, I'ma ???
Black Hummer waitin' for me in front of the jail
Comin' for the boys who that I wouldn't bail out
Top notch citizen, on top of his shit
Pimp type, M-J-G, hit again

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

[8
Boys ask me all the
Am I of the grind
Hell naw nigga, gettin'
That's all on my
Twist the pine, a pound
Grabbin' chickens, buy a
Delta airlines, pimp, I got down ass bitches
Broads wit' credit cards
Make her listen, let her
Flat TVs and tiles for my momma car
Eighty-thousand dollars, I'mma fuckin' ghetto
Work come soft, hard, that's a different charge
Tre-8 jam if I gotta blam blam!
If you not a regular, I'm taxin' you Uncle Sam
Rubber gloves, blue magic and Downy sheets
Plenty wrap and a vacuum pack machine
My uncle, "Old School" don't need nothin' but a
A dollar and a plate, he to hit it while he mix it
I be rollin' up in the den, countin' bread
30 dollars till my heart beatin' and I'm dead

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

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