Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
Like them 4 kids
And the gettin plugged
I give a fuck style
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty girl rhyme spit
uncoothe
And the roof like lukas
12 years done through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then drop you the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
the foul
Through stereo
Spliff starr immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit I'm it
At you and
Make you the pain nigga
Like the dick to your
Thug blood
Pumpin in the of my music
Drop the street
the whole world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin totein
rings glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is half
Giving me and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is tense
on, hold on
You just rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit it's
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
Sham is the
Feelin
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
don't hide

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
Master and
stay massive in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay focused photo lens
And spread wings like heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like rasco
My style flip
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of busta own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas know we
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck with herbs
My remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin the streets
Undercovers us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God verse
Let em the moon is still black
And a fact...

Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha
Don't front, you we got cha opin, yo
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you we got cha opin

Huh, life
Mad niggas
Yeah, life
Flipmode, buckshot
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!