Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
them 4 little kids
And the teacher plugged
I don't a fuck style
Tell me jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
uncoothe
And raise the like lukas
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I bust your
drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
the foul
Through your
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you the pain nigga
Like the dick to balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
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 pound and holdin
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is tense
on, hold on
You started rappin
Ever since you the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more 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
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(ramoage)
made me mad
And now I wanna shit (uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin slang
I'm flipmode
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We won't let it
Nigga don't

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye with
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
Check the thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
the ledge
Stay focused photo lens
And spread wings cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest rapper
Wanna find a new
Like jeans
My style flip
Pass my blue
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and re-analyze everything you
My rhymes on the
know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
fuck with these herbs
My remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black napsack with for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the long time, ya
make em react
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
front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don't front, you 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 opin
Yeah, word
Flipmode, buckshot
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!