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

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

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
uncoothe
And raise the roof Lukas
12 done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my
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
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 pain
Like the dick to balls
Thug fluid
in the face of my music
Drop the shit
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
Giving me pound and holdin
my shit
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is past
on, Hold on
You just rappin
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
your 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 we got cha opin kid
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
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Yo, frontin, you know we got cha opin 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 shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a fifty
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I leave your broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm Flipmode
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
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 blood runs cold in the wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the force
the ledge
Stay like photo lens
And spread wings Cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make 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 most of the wackest niggas
Wanna a new home
Like Rasco
My style flip
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze 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 remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black napsack with for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God verse
Let em know the moon is black
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 frontin, ya know we got cha opin
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 we got cha opin

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