Luyện nghe bài hát Cha Cha Cha

(intro / star):
Hah...
Rah digga...
star...
Flipmode...
In ya nigga...
You wanna nigga...

(spliff star):
Yo, yo, yo!
It's my to shine and I'm a shine bright
the mic
Get the crowd
'em want to fight
You see the I construct
The I conduct
It fucked up the party somebody got bucked
word!
I lays it down flat like a mat
Get head in state wherever I toured at
ah spliff
Duh-ty nigga what the
Counting
Taking out the cacilac
quan-quan
Doggie chicks in the montreaon
Cracking bar
it
Nigga an averon
Me spliff, be the fucking tailor of my
what niggas think
Watch a nigga turn

(chorus / rhymes):
Ya'll niggas get down
Ya niggas battle
Eh, y'all wannna do
cha cha cha cha cha

Ya'll niggas wanna get
Ya wanna battle
Just what y'all do
cha cha cha cha cha

Ya'll niggas wanna get
cha cha cha cha cha
Ya niggas battle
cha cha cha cha cha
Eh y'all wannna do
cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha

(rah digga):
Digga,
First name
person had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three
nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon
Situation around the way my women
Looking wit the vendi type linen
Totin'
We got papers staples
marples
Didn't think I could you
now niggas wanna run up
Trying to flex muscle on a bitch to come up
Rhymes hotter concrete statues in eygpt
Roll ass out like they parapilegic
Boy! I got shit for the
You faker than them new calling me by my nickname
I shatter an ego
I be that
The wrong gonna be round to see that shit

(chorus / rhymes):
niggas wanna get down
Ya niggas wanna
Eh, what wannna do
cha cha cha cha cha

Ya'll niggas get down
Ya wanna battle
Eh, what wannna do
cha cha cha cha cha

Ya'll niggas get down
cha cha cha cha cha
Ya niggas wanna
cha cha cha cha cha
Eh, y'all wannna do
cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha

(baby sham):
Get the royal nab and swing my way
On some real party if you hold your way
I can hold
You wanna battle some lines
gleam on the top of my wrist
You this
Be the same that hop on the pubic splits
You hold this
You jealous cause ya shorty want
Dig her back out in front of my
Her man out
On the rare the cloud sh...shut your
What you chap 'bout, the shit
on for chris
The got you twist up
wit face ice grilled up
Some cat pulled up in a surburb
Let me first so I can park my shit on the curb
Ya moves slow get bashed in from q.b. to
I'm short for
You spoke and have passed that
ask my age cause the world made me like that
Blast a hole in ya face as my nine cock back

(chorus / rhymes):
Ya'll niggas get down
Ya niggas wanna
Eh, y'all wannna do
cha cha cha cha cha

Ya'll niggas wanna get
Ya niggas wanna
Let's, what y'all do
Na cha cha cha cha cha

Ya'll wanna get down
cha cha cha cha cha
Ya niggas battle
cha cha cha cha cha
Eh, y'all wannna do
cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha

(outro / rhymes):
Yeah...
Rah digga...
star...
sham...
Flipmode nigga...
is the deal...
'98 shit...
'99 shit...
shit...
shit...
shit...
Eternal motherfucker...
tuned...