Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

Can I hit
It's Stubz and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willie Stubz
up, real pimp niggas on the cut, what up
Uh, uh, let's blaze it, yo it out yo

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

Write a whole
in one sentence
I in an instance
America's most makin' a

women playin' us close
Underground to the street
Money and we embezzle
Never the fool for the devil

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

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Yo, I pop up sicles
When you on point like hard nipples
I flow, clowns merely trickle
Like hot sweat down a fat bitch ass

I'm so nice that I'm not, me nasty
I bite my toenails and spit 'em at wack
I used to crack, now I'm gettin' rap figgas
Too to be Unsigned, so I unwind
on vines, baby and nines

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

Ain't nuttin' like Missy wit' her hee, hee's
MC's get but not wit' no Bibi's
Swing Calhoun and styles like
Vidal, fuck a trial give me for miles

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha,

You know the half so
Sit down fatso, watch me boats like gas blows
assholes, I'm on a roll
So butter me, bitches mother me

Take they bras off and me
me, for an appointment
'Cuz they love me off the ointment
It's Psycho, the new pimp, the new

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

Now you struttin' real like a peacock
injuries when faces run into these
Y'all need more treats, fuck them keyboard beats
Hip hop hippy, jump in my
Light up the clippy and let the hit me, c'mon

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back

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

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

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back