Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

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

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
Spliff the
Through your
starr ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
the dick to your balls
Thug fluid
in the face of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky rings
beams to the club
My man is half
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
Your is past tense
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever since you heard the
We wit it's platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
is the name
Feelin
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm street slang
I'm flipmode
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
Nigga don't

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga massive in nature
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for
When I'm crooked eye with
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
warp with the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused like photo
And spread wings cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in jeep knocks shit
for no reason 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 hard
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest niggas
Wanna a new home
rasco jeans
My style two-tone
Pass my blue
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt 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
Never fuck these herbs
My squad remains

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the
Undercovers follow us,
on the regular to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

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

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
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 know we got cha

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