Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Gonna Do?

Once upon a time, not ago
gangstas rocked 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 dick ridin' for lack of a betta words
For lack of a words
on the guns, I hold underneath my furs
Similarities in my voice, nigga, check the

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

got me fucked up like
My desert eagle and my doom bust right
Like my guns is racin', muthafucka, don't you I
ya heart stop and ya body start shakin'
Now you know the bottom line of rhyme crime
Twenty-five to life plus

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

Whatcha gonna do shit hit the fan?
it like a man or snitch like a bitch
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
way to describe my posture
In world of sin, I'm as wicked as they come
Moonlightin' as a rapper get ticket and I'm done

Ain't enough money here, I be in the tropics
Wit Corsicans where narcotics is the topic
Persian rocks and the man that made of snow
par and every other form of raw

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

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

Shyne Poe, what the you gon' tell 'em?
All you niggas that wanna be fly, my gun shots'll 'em
Leavin' smellin', repellin'
Closed caskets for you bastards, c'mon

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

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

Only the strong survive and weak bleed
And get found, wit fuckin' face down
Numb from the down
I done been to and back twice and still in crack

Stare death in the eyes and blink
Headshots rip my mink
Went to war wit the killas
Killed friends over jealousy and

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

Can put a end to this
I'ma live forever 'cause gangstas don't
We just get plastic surgery and relocate to anotha
Or island, smilin', pilin', wildin'
Yo Puff, done them fuckin' violins

This is bigger than me though ask Oliver North
Kill you then use corpse to transport horse
Leave ya brains from ya fuckin' car window
Any snitch and givin' info

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

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

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