Luyện nghe bài hát WutchooGonnaDo

Yeah, Brick
Yeah, Gilla, yo,

Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin'
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, s*** I eat the food I
ain't dirty enough
My game is like carryin' shotguns and 21

Doctor, I'm like the war on
I don't stop, I'm all night blood
Underground chud, 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 law, strip to your drawers
Boy now I can up two pair from the mall

It's time for Doc to yo' a*** n***
It ain't hard, it's an pass n***
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 Brick dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs)
Gilla House, is through and Wutchoogonnado
(Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn)

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

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

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

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

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

Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that 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, relax, just relax
(Gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla)

Yo, I keep my ears to the street 'cause my job
But the streets can steer 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 and out them ten years
I got two weeks of sleep and free
Amazin' right? I got a team
That'll get to snipe

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 dirty dog world, say it
Friday I'm bein' chased by Craig's father
That's why I'm on the low 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
n*** get your s*** together
'Cause gilla house n***, for whatever

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

You and you and you, you knew
we got to bring that funk 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