Luyện nghe bài hát WutchooGonnaDo

Yeah, City
Yeah, Gilla, yo,

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

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

Doctor, I'm the war on drugs
I stop, I'm all night vampire blood
chud, since a kid
I finger 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 pick up two pair from the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, where gilla 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 friends for Final

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

Okay now, take off your shirt and
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 the streets can steer you wrong
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 of sleep and caffeine free
Amazin' I got a street team
get paid to snipe

Yeah, by any means, I'm behind the
My Betty Shabazz, I make it home, I invade alone
you in the truck, babblin' on the phone
I you, I stick 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 to call next

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

You, you shoulda knew that we gon'
Got to bring funk to you, to you
That gilla house is through
And what you b*** n*** gonna 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 what crew gonna do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do