Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin (Part 2)

(Rah-Digga)
I be the like Nick
To all mc thugs
them 4 little kids
And the teacher plugged
I don't a fuck style
Tell me jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
uncoothe
And the roof like Lukas
12 years done rocked all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the

(Spliff Starr)
run they mouth about my click
Not
I bust your
Then drop you the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
Spliff the
your stereo
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 feel the nigga
Like the dick to your
blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the shit
Watch the whole world to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky rings
Triple to the club
My man is half
Giving me pound and holdin
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is tense
Hold on, on
You started rappin
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit 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
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha 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 clap shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in this rap shit
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 buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My goes bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
Nigga don't

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the bible for
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in God's
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused like photo
And spread wings like Cobra
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
in the streets system
All in your jeep shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Rasco jeans
My flip two-tone
Pass my blue
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or reason to doubt you
I study shit and everything about you
My on the preserve
know we deserve
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 the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
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, doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya
make em react
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
front, you know 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 know we got cha

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