Luyện nghe bài hát WutchooGonnaDo

Yeah, Brick
Yeah, Gilla, yo,

Yo, Brick City, when it comes to steel
You could post me low like Shaq O'Neil
You'll be spittin' I spit 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, I eat the food I steal
Floors ain't enough
My game is like carryin' and 21 rough

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

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

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

Ooh, shoulda knew we gon' 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 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 Raggedy Ann and
I prove that I left the street

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

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

Yeah, where gilla niggaz out at night
You better run 'til you see the light,
Yo, I I had you waitin'
But death was chasin' me and my eight friends for 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 out, just relax, just relax, just relax
(Gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla)

Yo, I keep my 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 on you hearin' the palm

You forgot I'm ten years and out them ten years
I got two weeks of sleep and caffeine
Amazin' right? I got a street
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 up your chaperone's

It's a dirty dog world, say it
Every Friday I'm bein' chased by Craig's
That's why I'm on the low pro
And my file is too hi tech to 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 s*** together
gilla house n***, prepare for whatever

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