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 fuck
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

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

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I bust your
Then drop you upon the
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
Spliff the
Through your
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
the dick to your balls
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
the street shit
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

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

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

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I reign in this muthafuckin 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
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

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

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the streets
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
rasco jeans
My flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything you
My on the preserve
Niggas we deserve
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck these herbs
My remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
make em react
God verse
Let em know the moon is still
And a fact...

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
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha
Don't front, you 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, word
Mad opin
Yeah, life
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!