Luyện nghe bài hát WutchooGonnaDo

Yeah, Brick
Yeah, Gilla, yo,

Yo, City, when it comes to grabbin' steel
You could post me down low like Shaq
You'll be spittin' what I when the day is over
to be me in the mirror, sayin' it over

Yeah, all right, but you not real
I'm a dog, I eat the food I steal
ain't dirty enough
My game is like carryin' shotguns and 21

Doctor, I'm the war on drugs
I don't stop, I'm all night blood
Underground chud, a kid
I finger in the mud, with dirty work gloves

I'm in yo' campus corridor
You should call me Uno, the way I draw
Brick City law, strip to your
Boy now I can pick up two pair from the

It's time for Doc to yo' a*** n***
It ain't hard, an easy pass n***
For the paper, I'm neighbors
Runnin' my label out an old n***

Ooh, shoulda that we gon' bring that funk to you
(Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, at your frogs)
Gilla House, is comin' and Wutchoogonnado
(Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn)

Shh, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla,
Yo, uh, oh, Redman in your town
You'll get drug n*** like wedding
12, whattup to Dogg Pound

I roll out, like my earrings got bearings
Give me a Grammy to show my
How I smash Raggedy Ann and Andy's
I prove I never left the street

I just knew I had to come back, with heat for y'all
are ya ready? Colorado are ya ready?
I'm at your neck a Doberman mouth
With like 40 out the covenant house, ya heard?

house in the circuit
And how we do it on purpose, way to surface
Def Squad is the
Three dawgs to 98 Dalmatians

Yeah, where them niggaz out at night
You better run 'til you see the light,
Yo, I know I had you
But death was chasin' me and my eight for Final Destination

Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that to you
(Yeah, yeah, yo E-Dub, is hot nigga)
Gilla house, is comin' through and
(Yeah, Brick City, Milwaukee, California ya at?)

now, take off your shirt and relax
Let all your tensions out, just relax, just relax, relax
(Gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla)

Yo, I keep my ears to the street 'cause my job
But even the can steer you wrong
I'm walkin' one man above me
on my waist, but if it's on you hearin' the palm

You forgot I'm ten years deep and out them ten
I got two weeks of sleep and caffeine
right? I got a street team
That'll get paid to

Yeah, by any means, I'm behind the
My Betty Shabazz, hope I make it home, I alone
Catch you in the truck, babblin' on the
I miss you, I stick up chaperone's

It's a dirty dog world, say it
Every Friday I'm bein' by Craig's father
That's why I'm on the low pro
And my file is too hi to call next

I got a heart the of John Q's son
And on the mic, I'm him two of 'em
n*** get your s*** together
'Cause gilla n***, prepare for whatever

You, you shoulda knew that we bring
Got to bring that to you, to you
That gilla house is through
And what you a*** n*** gonna do, do, do, do, do, ohh, ohh

You and you and you, you knew
That we got to that funk to you, you, you
Gilla house is comin'
And what your crew do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do