Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Gonna Do

Def Jam,
The remix,
along
What,

I said, "I could it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I could give it to you but whatcha do with it?
I give it to you but what, but what, what, what?

I could give it to you but gonna do with it?
When I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my
With my dog and we loop loop
Me and lil' Trook like book and duke

Now see me get me Lex coupe
'Cuz song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop
Whatcha gon do it baby when I give you some?
Wha-wha-what what? Hit him in the gut
If you don't know the scoop then your mouth shut

Flow what? Flow I got flow
See me walkin' on the by 2004
with the OG's spaceships and gold D's
If they don't make no like these, plow, plow
'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, next

I said, "I could give it to you but gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but gonna do?
I give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but wha-what?

I'm too for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my low rider
I'm too for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too for my motherfuckin' low rider

Yo, place order for slaughter
You got balls to up, you leave on the walker
You oughta be hittin' more than Nauta
My friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her

Brooklyneese, head and charge
you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard
Or I scare the shit out you, the bitch out ya
Xstort your rhyme until you're your house up

Niggas in the no doubt could blow the trial
I'm so cool I be shoppin' in the aisle
Gimme that mic, you don't got no
Look through the periscope, locked you in

Started bustin' like the white boy in learning
Stick you up more than hair when you put in
Die, be a kleptomaniac in
I even take eyes outta thirty fives

Dub, Mack 10, wha-what? Wha-what?
I'm to tear a chicken head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut

I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha do with it?
I could give it to you but gonna do?
I give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I give it to you but what, but what, what, what?

I'm too for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my low rider
I'm too sexy for my hood, hood
I'm too for my motherfuckin' low rider

say, "What, what? I say, "Whoop, whoop"
Bangin' through the wood in the 84
When it come to raps, you know, Mack got 'em
Still saggin' in khakis with the cuff on the

Hip hop or yayo, you don't roll 1-0
Twenty chrome on the Benz, gold on the four
From the way I my fingers, you know, I'm from
So much ice on my wrist my hand feels numb

I start flippin' off sherm or the that be stickin'
Though I rock the microphone, I can still a chicken
Hoo bangin' affiliates the W S C
Mack 10, Young G the Recipe

Hit 'em again, hit 'em
the triple braided beard, baby?
Hustla it comes to my gram
WC, for chatter clearin' the section
Bangin' a bandana, slangin' the connection

Testin', microphone checkin', check out my
Smashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Felony
Steadily, chasin' them ends, the mirrors slow
Loc, I'm too for my fuckin' Benzo

I said, "I could give it to you but gonna do with it?
I give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I could give it to you but whatcha do with it?
I give it to you but what, but what, what, what?

I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood,
I'm too for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood,
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low