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 teacher gettin
I don't give a style
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
Speech
And raise the roof like
12 years rocked through all phases
your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
Through stereo
starr ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit I'm it
At you and
you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to balls
Thug fluid
in the face of my music
Drop the street
the whole world 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 thug
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars soap
Sham is the
Feelin
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap
I lost my
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a fifty
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine bang
I'm street slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We won't let it
don't hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
Master and
Nigga stay massive in
When shatter ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the Bible for basics?
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved blood runs cold in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp the invisible force
the ledge
Stay focused like photo
And spread wings cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the system
All in jeep knocks shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
rasco jeans
My style two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of busta own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck these herbs
My squad superb

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
Undercovers follow us,
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We get enough
Nigga
Dirty baggy
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God verse
Let em know the moon is still
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 frontin, you know we got cha opin

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