Luyện nghe bài hát WutchooGonnaDo

Yeah, Brick
Yeah, Gilla, yo,

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

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

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

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

It's for Doc to check yo' a*** n***
It hard, it's an easy pass n***
For the paper, I'm neighbors
Runnin' my out an old Winnebago n***

Ooh, shoulda knew that we bring that funk to you
(Yeah, the Brick dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs)
Gilla House, is through 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, my earrings got ball bearings
Give me a to show my mammy
How I these Raggedy Ann and Andy's
I prove that I never left the

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

house in the circuit
And how we do it on purpose, way to surface
Def is the foundation
Three attached 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)
house, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado
(Yeah, Brick City, Milwaukee, where ya at?)

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

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

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

Yeah, by any means, I'm the curtain
My Shabazz, hope I make it home, I invade alone
Catch you in the truck, on the phone
I miss you, I up your 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 tech to next

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

You, you shoulda that we gon' bring
Got to bring funk to you, to you
That house is comin' through
And you b*** 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
house is comin' through
And your crew gonna do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do