Luyện nghe bài hát WutchooGonnaDo

Yeah, Brick
Yeah, Gilla, yo,

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

Yeah, all right, but you not real
I'm a dog, I eat the food I steal
Floors ain't dirty
My is like carryin' shotguns 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' college corridor
You should call me Uno, the way I four
Brick City law, to your drawers
Boy now I can up two pair from the mall

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

Ooh, knew that 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, Redman back in your
You'll get drug n*** like wedding
After 12, to Dogg Pound

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

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

house in the circuit
And how we do it on purpose, way to surface
Def Squad is the
Three dawgs 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 death was me and my eight friends for Final Destination

Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' 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?)

now, take off your 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 with one man above me
Nuttin' on my waist, but if it's on you the palm

You forgot I'm ten deep and out them 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 the curtain
My Betty Shabazz, hope I make it home, I 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 I'm bein' chased by Craig's father
why I'm on the low like 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 get your s*** together
'Cause gilla house n***, prepare for

You, you shoulda knew that we gon'
Got to bring that 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 shoulda
That we got to bring funk to you, you, you
Gilla house is comin'
And what your crew do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do