Luyện nghe bài hát WutchooGonnaDo

Yeah, City
Yeah, Gilla, yo,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shh, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla,
Yo, uh, oh, back in your town
You'll get n*** like wedding gowns
After 12, to Dogg Pound

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

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

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

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

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

Okay now, take off shirt and relax
Let all your tensions out, just relax, 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 you wrong
I'm walkin' with one man me
on my waist, but if it's on you hearin' the palm

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

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

a dirty dog world, say it louder
Every Friday I'm bein' chased by father
why I'm on the low like 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 get your s*** together
'Cause gilla n***, prepare for whatever

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

You and you and you, you shoulda
That we got to that funk to you, you, you
Gilla is comin' through
And your crew gonna do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do