Luyện nghe bài hát WutchooGonnaDo

Yeah, Brick
Yeah, Gilla, yo,

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

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

Doctor, I'm like the war on
I don't stop, I'm all night blood
chud, since a kid
I painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 you, I stick up your chaperone's

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

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

You, you shoulda knew that we bring
Got to bring funk to you, to you
gilla house is comin' through
And what you b*** a*** n*** do, do, do, do, do, ohh, ohh

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