Luyện nghe bài hát WutchooGonnaDo

Yeah, City
Yeah, Gilla, yo,

Yo, Brick City, when it to grabbin' steel
You could me down low like Shaq O'Neil
be spittin' what I spit when 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 game is like carryin' and 21 rough

Doctor, I'm like the war on
I don't stop, I'm all vampire blood
Underground chud, a kid
I finger in the mud, with dirty work gloves

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

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

Ooh, shoulda 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 in your town
You'll get drug n*** wedding gowns
After 12, whattup to Dogg

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

I just knew I had to come back, with extra for y'all
B-More are ya Colorado are ya ready?
I'm at your neck a Doberman mouth
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
dawgs attached to 98 Dalmatians

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

Ooh, shoulda that we gon' bring that funk to you
(Yeah, yeah, yo E-Dub, is hot nigga)
Gilla house, is comin' and Wutchoogonnado
(Yeah, Brick City, Milwaukee, 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 ears to the street 'cause my job
But even the can steer you wrong
I'm with one man above me
on my waist, but if it's on you hearin' the palm

You I'm ten years deep and out them ten years
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 behind the
My Betty Shabazz, hope I make it home, I alone
you in the truck, babblin' on the phone
I miss you, I stick up your

a dirty dog world, say it louder
Every Friday I'm bein' chased by father
why I'm on the low like pro
And my file is too hi tech to call

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 that we gon'
Got to bring that to you, to you
That house is comin' 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
house is comin' through
And what your gonna do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do