Luyện nghe bài hát Whutcha Want?

I gets banned if I do gets banned if I
So sometimes I and sometimes I won't
Puff mad stick crack a down the back
Sit fat and and plan my attack
Not the one to I posess mad finesse
My buddha was one bird in the nest
Chills with my peeps steady in jeeps
On the New York streets hittin urban
I'm the man untestable, the extraterrestrial flow
Fo'-fifty-fix celo, pop the top off the forty ounce
I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role
tips in my clips money grip and my Glock
Only spits when I to the bullshit
So give me room to breathe and get up off
And the confessions for JEESuz
Plus I don't to hear no sorrow
Eff it, the sun will still come out
Long as I'm breathing, needing, even Steven
Achieving, gettin cheese and
Representin lovely, Down Bronx major
the project flavor, I made ya, daze ya
My is mad ill if you front
You know I want

(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat for my rides
(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad clips for my
(So whutcha Nine?) A ill posse
And my up in lights, N-I-N-E

I'ma let you know how I on the real
I steel it's like a jungle makes me wonder where my eel is
the bricks skips the dog shit complete in my cipher
Temper Rowdy Rowdy Piper, hyper like a viper
strike if I got it goin for the jugular
Stretch you a copper
Stoppah, stoppah, but you stop me
Just clock me, just me blow up the spot G
Came a long way from, in the day
We did it for no pay, rhymin hit the hay and
Sleep, wake up, write rhyme
Hit the park after dark drop the beat one
That's shit was real, no phonies no baloney
the homemade mics and wheels of steel
Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street
right, jam over a street fight
Back to the lab I my pen and pad
Raw make a fleuredoscad
Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken and rice
A ounce a nickel bag to get nice
And now I might a million, and still son
It makes the heart pump, you know what I

(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my
(So whutcha want Nine?) Mad for my nines
(So want Nine?) A ill posse
And my name up in lights,

Be like Elmer J. with the mansion and the yacht
Brand new non-stop hip-hop
control boombox lampin on my dresser
The God ain't no lesser as the comes to test ya
Hundred weight around the neck, daily
Nuff treasons nuff reasons like Bailey
Can't get enough of that funky
astronomical, original, shit is phenomenal
Heat up the put the pedal to the metal
Speed like Racer treat you like a wack and erase ya
Right off the pape I a big fat spliff
Four-fifth on the hip, Heineken in the shit I'm ready
Get the for the jeep, let's bounce
Cruise avenues, get some brews and the blues with the
Flex cassette in the deck
I'm in effect I move my neck while Son wreck
Oh a feeling, I'm on the wheels of steel and
I snatch up some skins for some sexual
Erything's copasctetic, groovy hip-hop moves me
Soothes me, I'm off like an uzi
But first steps a and bruise me
Now I'm choosy I start to freak it like a floozy
I wanna get big get true stunt
You know what I

(Whutcha want Nine?) Fat beats for my
(So whutcha Nine?) Mad clips for my nines
(So whutcha Nine?) A ill posse
And my up in lights, N-I-N-E