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 of Shyne Poe
Puttin' it down, cuttin' it up and it now

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

I'm in for winter to doe's that pinch merds the cur
Dodgin' and the narcs
the young 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 up like
My desert and my sick 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 this crime
Twenty-five to life plus

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

grin, dead eyes, walkin' wit a bock, monster
Best way to my posture
In this world of sin, I'm as as they come
Moonlightin' as a rapper get this and I'm done

Ain't enough money here, I ratha be in the
Wit Corsicans where is the only topic
Persian rocks and things the man that of snow
Tiger par and every form of raw

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

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

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

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

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

Only the strong and weak niggas bleed
And get found, wit they fuckin' face
from the waist down
I done been to hell and back twice and in crack

Stare death in the and never blink
Headshots rip my mink
to war wit the realist killas
Killed friends jealousy and envy

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

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

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

Since my motha coke and liquor
Was the
Betta be prepared we hit ya

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

Whatcha gonna do when shit hit the
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

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