Luyện nghe bài hát What you Gonna do

Roach on the block
Then I took my
Now my posted up
Hangin' like a
Gun in the and
in the stash spot
Overtime, al
Try'na a fat knock
Swell in my
I'm carryin' a loaf of bread
Been around the
But I still local head
Got the shit to make 'em
It's hyper like a pimp
'em just a piece it make 'em
Mime me like a daddy
Glock, Chevy in the yard
the double pipes
If I ya try'na steal it
I'ma get life
I ain't wanna do it, I even really hate son
a damn shame but tomorrow, I'ma make ???
Black Hummer waitin' for me in front of the jail
Comin' for the boys who thought I wouldn't bail out
Top notch citizen, on top of his shit
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 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)

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ask me all the time
Am I tired of the
Hell naw nigga, gettin'
That's all on my
the pine, smoke a pound
Grabbin' chickens, buy a
airlines, pimp, I got some down ass bitches
Broads them credit cards
her listen, let her charge
Flat TVs and tiles for my momma car
Eighty-thousand dollars, I'mma fuckin' superstar
Work come soft, never hard, that's a charge
Tre-8 jam if I gotta blam blam!
If you not a regular, I'm taxin' you like Sam
Rubber gloves, blue and some Downy sheets
Plenty plastic wrap and a 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 till my heart stop beatin' 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 bitch
No I no lame, got cocaine
It ain't no thang bitch, for you to drive holl'n for ten
Guaranteed when ya test it you'll come and get 'em
I heard a nigga say his name was Pimp C on that "Boss'n Up"
But nigga ain't me
Too many in the streets and on the microphone
Pussy ass niggaz need to leave my alone
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' king in that
Don't hesitate to put that thang on them
'Cause it no thang to lay yo' lump off in yo' lap boy
Hit his wit' the trigger, scratch off in the toy
Fuck me, not a change fuck you
You want a war? It's whateva you wanna do

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