Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

Can I hit
Willie Stubz and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willie Stubz
What up, real pimp on the cut, what up
Uh, uh, blaze it, yo check it out yo

I hit the unexpected like a meteor shower
Twist L's, Hennessey sour, on the powder
Make an like a vigilante wit' a vengeance
for independence, like my descendants

Write a whole
in one sentence
I blast in an
most makin' a toast

Fine women us close
Underground to the street
Money and we embezzle
Never play the for the devil

The is there
To hug you like a grizzly
wit' the wild life, beware
Willie Stubz the under boss and I move wit

po-po take a loss I have no remorse
You the deal, only blazin' shit that could feel
Beatnuts be movin' the like blue steel
Cho-cha-cha, the three course meal

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Yo, I pop up like
When you ain't on point hard nipples
I flow, y'all clowns merely
hot sweat down a fat bitch ass cheek

I'm so nice that I'm not, call me
I bite my toenails and spit 'em at niggas
I to sell crack, now I'm gettin' rap figgas
Too Hype to be Unsigned, so I
Puffin' on vines, and nines

Till the spotlight is mine, pullin' up in the Lex
Wit' four chrome rims, ha for the best
Three and twelve-changer CD's
Bumpin' everything Beatnuts to the Bee Gee's

Ain't nuttin' funny like Missy wit' her hee,
MC's get popped but not wit' no
Swing and styles like Sassoon
Vidal, fuck a trial me hundreds for miles

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha,

You don't the half so
Sit down fatso, watch me blast like gas blows
Outta assholes, I'm on a
So me, bitches wanna mother me

they bras off and smother me
Irkin' me, for an
'Cuz they jerkin' me off the ointment
It's Psycho, the new pimp, the new

Dead all the bullshit, get this new hit
As I hit the bong so, stay like Sean Combs
Bang heads like bongos, you get the The Gong Show
Catch you comin' out the tree spot cripple you wit' a knee

Now you struttin' real cute a peacock
Personal injuries when run into these
Y'all niggas need more treats, them keyboard beats
Hip hop hippy, jump in my
Light up the clippy and let the vibes hit me,

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back

Yo, I used to outta anger, now I just spit out a banger
Flip and your lungs out wit' a hanger
I'm not a trouble-making nigga but I my beef
You on some B. shit like, "What happened to peace?"

Got no problem wit' smashin' teeth, fuckin' your
you nigga, kidnappin' your niece
Bless your cheek wit' a crease
I'm a you don't need, y'all probably go run for police

Y'all could all the drugs in the world
Hang wit' all the thugs in the
Won't be the first that I dug in the world
Taste when you kissin' your girl?
Well, you 'cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel nigga

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, froward