Luyện nghe bài hát WutchooGonnaDo

Yeah, Brick
Yeah, Gilla, yo,

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

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

Doctor, I'm like the war on
I stop, I'm all night vampire blood
chud, since a kid
I painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves

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

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

Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' 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 back in town
You'll get drug n*** like wedding
After 12, whattup to Pound

I roll out, like my got ball bearings
me a Grammy to show my mammy
How I smash these Ann and Andy's
I prove that I left the street

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

Gilla 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 run 'til you see the light, light
Yo, I I had you waitin'
But death was chasin' me and my friends for Final Destination

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

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

Yo, I keep my ears to the '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 on you hearin' the palm

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

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

a dirty dog world, say it louder
Every Friday I'm bein' 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 size of Q's son
And on the mic, I'm him two of 'em
Y'all n*** get your s***
'Cause house n***, prepare for whatever

You, you shoulda knew that we gon'
Got to that funk to you, to you
That gilla is comin' through
And what you b*** n*** gonna do, do, do, do, do, ohh, ohh

You and you and you, you shoulda
That we got to bring funk to you, you, you
Gilla house is through
And what your gonna do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do