Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Gonna Do?

Once a time, not long 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 ridin' for lack of a betta
For lack of a betta
Speculations on the guns, I hold my furs
Similarities in my voice, nigga, 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 on my smack the gats burstin'
That's certain ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whatcha do when shit hit the fan?
Take it a man or snitch like 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 the waist down
I done been to hell and back and still in crack

Stare death in the and never blink
rip through my mink
Went to war wit the realist
Killed over jealousy and envy

My heart's empty behind the wheel of my
Coked up, feelin'
'Bout to take over the world, I 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 plastic and relocate to anotha state
Or island, smilin', money pilin',
Yo Puff, over them fuckin' violins

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

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

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