Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all mc thugs
Like them 4 little
And the gettin plugged
I don't give a style
Tell me come
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
Speech
And raise the roof lukas
12 years done rocked through all
Watch your scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
the foul
Through stereo
Spliff starr ignorant
I'm it
Money, fast car, broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
Like the dick to balls
blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the street
Watch the world rock to it
squad!!!

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

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

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this rap shit
I my mind
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin street
I'm flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp the invisible force
Know the
Stay like photo lens
And spread like cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the streets
All in jeep knocks shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Like jeans
My style two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
fuck with these herbs
My squad remains

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the
Undercovers us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
Wooly-type
strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps this in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
make em react
God attack
Let em know the moon is 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
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo frontin, you know we got cha opin

Huh, word
Mad niggas
Yeah, word
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!