Luyện nghe bài hát What Ya Wanna Do?

(Intro)
This ain't even much the half of it ya me?
(no no indeed)
Part of it.. that warfare gon be the whole of it
(yes yes indeed)
it out..

(Verse 1)
Baby Gangsta motherfucker -- nigga head bussa
If I know ya dont trust ya
If I don't trust ya fuck ya
my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga
Out to have thangs I hard for 6 figures
Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin out
Hoe shit played out ya whole posse laid out
Birds and that's all that excite me
Fuck I'm bout money that's all that entice me
President lover, undercover, ain't another me
You get a ki half price from fuckin with B
Believe it's in me to be a real soldier
I load, slip you dont value what's on ya shoulder
Now I told ya -- the streets is real all the time
survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine
I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I do
Shoot who I shoot if ya outside my crew
Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa it
Takin off Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded
I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street
Tryna get on my feet I creep you six feet deep
I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I cut it
If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded fuck it
Yo head is a banana, and get peeled
Feel what come out my grill it's a must I keep it real

(Chorus)x2
What cha wan do
How ya wan do it
When ya wan do it we could get to it
You could it how ya wanna
it how ya feel
Accept it in 'cause
Ya get it how ya live

(Verse 2)
Fuck all that assholin nigga lets
Remember I'm the one said 'take it to the streets'
Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, somthin
Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray
Lay it down.. the wrong move.. checkmate
Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too
Tryin to recuperate.. after we ya in the dust
Big Boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a
Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer
Assault rifle banger.. got a trigger finger
I let em hang-a....what you say you gon do me,do it man
Underestimate in war you gon lose it man
Got a AR... 15 I
D.O.A I hit the scene nahmean?
It's a thang nigga grab yo shit
I come behind limo tint the optimo lit
Bust the 911, let me take my hit
Y'all started, you can't quit
I'm rushin a monster blitz
Lights out the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us
Cockin and be bout poppin its time to hanlde up

(Chorus)x2

(Verse 3)
All these.. niggaz wan rep on me
Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther
All these initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. --
Don't mean to the B.G
I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my in this biz
Let a take me down after all this time? Shiiiit
I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin mine-a
Used to spin bins in and pathfinders
That's just to remind you, niggaz tryin to
Fade lil doogie slip ill down you
Me and my rounds through set trippin
Gettin it how we live and, takin ain't given
50 rounds out assault rifle we deliverin
scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya
Fuckin the B.G., Cash Money goin broke
puttin change on brains behind me

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