Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Gonna Do (Remix)

Def Jam,
The remix,
Come
What,

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

Now see me get me Lex coupe
'Cuz this song'll be bigger than it is Whoop Whoop
Whatcha gon do with it baby when I you some?
Wha-wha-what what? Hit him in the gut
If you know the scoop then keep your mouth shut

Flow what? Flow 'cause I got
See me on the moon by 2004
with the OG's spaceships and gold D's
If they don't make no songs like these, 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 could give it to you but whatcha do with it?
I could it to you but wha-what? Wha-what?

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

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

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

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

Started like the white boy in higher learning
Stick you up more than hair when you put in
Die, be a in disguise
I take eyes outta seven thirty fives

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

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

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

Jayo say, "What, I say, "Whoop, whoop"
through the wood in the 84 coupe
When it come to gangsta raps, you know, got 'em
Still saggin' in khakis with the on the bottom

Hip hop or yayo, you roll like 1-0
chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four
From the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm
So much ice on my wrist that my hand feels

I start flippin' off sherm or the green be stickin'
I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken
Hoo affiliates from the W S C
10, Young G with the Recipe

Hit 'em again, hit 'em
Who's the triple beard, baby?
Hustla when it to my gram
WC, clatter for chatter clearin' the
a bandana, slangin' the westside connection

Testin', checkin', check out my melons
misdemeanors, mashin' with Jayo Felony
Steadily, them ends, wreckin' the mirrors slow
Loc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin'

I said, "I could give it to you but gonna do with it?
I give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I could it to you but whatcha gonna 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 sexy for my low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood,
I'm too sexy for my low rider