Luyện nghe bài hát Whatz Next

Tell me the fuck am I suppose to do
Now next
Tell me the fuck am I suppose to do
Now next

up in the middle
My a riddle
let it get ya
I wanna be
But it's this hustle that get me
One love to my makin' money
I can see you
all trouble
Beware of devils strugglin'
Nothin's if there's a will there's a way
So get your mind on business
You can be
And it's been this way the cradle to the grave
So get
My niggaz do every fuckin' day
We
Through and conversation
This information to my thug niggaz in the
Watch and bare witness to the pleasures of
is self destruction
What's is unification
Cause the world hardly scared
If not
Be to be bummy and be no longer there
But no one cares it's there to
All we get is
Because of we'll evaporate
Say prayers

And what's

[Chorus
Hard got me goin' insane
But I'm addicted to the hustle I'm trapped in the
Whatz
I'm goin'
Tell me tell me what the fuck am I to do
Whatz

(Aye its on A3)
Makaveli to warn us
But niggaz ain't to Pac
Naw (listen listen) nigga listen to Pac
yean got it yet (no)
Then you get it
Might as measure 'em up
And his ass fitted
Why
Caught slippin' dog trippin' didn't game
Got his wig split like dem on the airplane
Never change niggaz wit' no name no shame
Might open ya head foe mess change
I posted like a flag (flag)
thru my rear view ballin' in a jag (jag)
Bounce wit me Cali body rock down in
We gon' put these artificial bustas in place now
Time foe a
Real niggaz wit' me
Money makin' swift decision we controllin' the
Side track by the broads and the
it strange
It's the so many niggaz get scarred in the game

Whatz

x2]

[Jay
money gotta make it
What I gotta do to it
Do I gotta take it
Put this up to you face it
Doin' what we gotta do to
Just ask Kweli doin' we do to get by
Some stick to the crime
nickel and dimes
What the fuck we to do
Who give us a job
So I and tried
to get out the grind
But the block kept on me back
Fiends kept on for crack
So I supply 'em wit'
Gave 'em a fee
don't blame it on me
Shit just look I'm at
Niggaz in
LAPD is the
is heartless hustle regardless
Look that spot use to be an apartment
But now it's just a to hide the guns in the closet
Watch ya step the grams under the carpet
We tryin' hard not to see that coffin

Whatz

x2]