Luyện nghe bài hát WutchooGonnaDo

Yeah, City
Yeah, Gilla, yo,

Yo, Brick City, when it to grabbin' steel
You could post me down low like Shaq
You'll be spittin' what I 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 I steal
Floors dirty enough
My game is like carryin' and 21 rough

Doctor, I'm like the war on
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 drawers
Boy now I can pick up two from the mall

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

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

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

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

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

Gilla house in the
And how we do it on purpose, way to surface
Def is the foundation
Three dawgs attached to 98

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

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

Okay now, take off your shirt and
Let all your out, just relax, just 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 with one man above me
Nuttin' on my waist, but if it's on you hearin' the

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

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

It's a 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 file is too hi tech to next

I got a heart the size of 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 that funk to you, to you
That gilla is comin' through
And what you a*** n*** gonna do, do, do, do, do, ohh, ohh

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