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

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

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
Speech
And raise the roof like
12 years done through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
run they mouth about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff Starr ignorant
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 to your balls
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 scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
rings glowin
Triple to the club
My man is thug
Giving me pound and grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is past
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 bars 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 we got cha opin 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 lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a buck
Here's a
is smokin
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 talkin street
I'm reppin
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
When tooth ya die bone
In the cyclone 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 ones runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused like lens
And spread wings like heads
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
in the streets system
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
find a new home
Like Rasco
My flip two-tone
Pass my blue
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My made 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 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 echos and the
Never fuck these herbs
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin the streets
Undercovers follow us,
on the regular to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black napsack with 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 time, ya trapped
make em react
God verse
Let em know the is still black
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 frontin, ya know we got cha opin
front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you know we got cha

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