Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Gonna Do?

Once upon a time, not ago
When gangstas waves sold dope and sniffed lo'
There was a young G by the name of Poe
it down, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now

It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta
For lack of a betta
Speculations on the guns, I underneath my furs
in my voice, nigga, check the words

I'm in for winter to doe's that pinch from the cur
and dippin' the narcs
It's the Frank Matthews, the rap version
Touch my trap on my the gats burstin'
certain leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin'

Y'all got me fucked up
My desert and my sick doom bust right
Like my is racin', muthafucka, don't you know I
Make ya heart stop and ya body shakin'
Now you know the bottom of this rhyme crime
Twenty-five to life nine

gonna do when shit hit the fan?
Take it like a man or like a bitch
gonna do when shit hit the fan?
Pray to God, go or lay up in the morgue

gonna do when shit hit the fan?
Take it like a man or snitch like a
Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the
to God, go hard or lay up in the morgue

Evil grin, eyes, walkin' wit a bock, monster
Best way to describe my
In this world of sin, I'm as wicked as they
Moonlightin' as a rapper get ticket and I'm done

Ain't money here, I ratha be in the tropics
Wit where narcotics is the only topic
Persian and things the man that made of snow
Tiger par and every other of raw

Since a team been handlin', nigga scramblin'
Bettin' on money in gamblin'
Desert in the abdomen, pissy drunk stylin',
More than you can

Thoughts randomin', runnin' my mind
Like the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Shyne
as a young'n, apple second comin'
Evil thoughts through my cerebellum

Shyne Poe, what the fuck you gon' tell
All you that wanna be fly, my gun shots'll propel 'em
Leavin' somewhere smellin',
caskets for you fuckin' bastards, c'mon

Whatcha gonna do shit hit the fan?
Take it like a man or snitch a bitch
gonna do when shit hit the fan?
Pray to God, go or lay up in the morgue

Whatcha do when shit hit the fan?
Take it like a man or snitch like a
Whatcha gonna do shit hit the fan?
Pray to God, go or lay up in the morgue

Only the survive and weak niggas bleed
And get found, wit they face down
Numb from the waist
I done been to hell and back twice and still in

death in the eyes and never blink
Headshots rip my mink
Went to war wit the realist
Killed friends over and envy

My heart's empty the wheel of my Bentley
Coked up, invincible
to take over the world, I can't be stopped
Not the feds or the fuckin' cops, not seventeen shots

Can put a end to terror
I'ma live forever 'cause gangstas don't
We just get surgery and relocate to anotha state
Or island, smilin', money pilin',
Yo Puff, over done fuckin' violins

This shit is bigger than me though ask North
Kill you then use your to transport horse
Leave ya brains hangin' from ya car window
Any nigga and givin' info

Since my motha stomach and liquor
Was the
be prepared when we hit ya

Whatcha do when shit hit the fan?
Take it a man or snitch like a bitch
Whatcha gonna do shit hit the fan?
Pray to God, go or lay up in the morgue

Whatcha gonna do when hit the fan?
Take it like a man or like a bitch
Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the
Pray to God, go or lay up in the morgue

Whatcha gonna do shit hit the fan?
Take it like a man or snitch like a