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 gettin plugged
I don't give a style
Tell me come
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
uncoothe
And raise the like Lukas
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch your scream the bitch was the blazest

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

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky rings
Triple to the club
My man is thug
Giving me pound and holdin
my shit
So I can put a on your clik
Your is past tense
on, Hold on
You just started
since you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more than soap
Sham is the
invain
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
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
made me mad
And now I wanna shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in this rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My goes bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm Flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga don't

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

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the system
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
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 find a new
Like jeans
My style two-tone
Pass my blue
Here's one of the best of Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything you
My rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck with herbs
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty baggy
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God verse
Let em know the is still 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 stop frontin, ya 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 niggas
Yeah, life
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!