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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the like Nick
To all them mc
them 4 little kids
And the teacher plugged
I give a fuck style
Tell me come
I kix and swishees
moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's

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

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run 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
Through your
Spliff Starr immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw i'm spittin it
At you and
you feel the pain nigga
Like the to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the street
the whole world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin totein
rings glowin
Triple to the club
My man is half
Giving me pound and holdin
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever since you the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with 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
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
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I clap shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm talkin street
I'm reppin
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga don't

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye rivals
Horizontal in God's
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And spread like Cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Like jeans
My flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of Busta own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you could 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
Niggas we deserve
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never with these herbs
My remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin the streets
Undercovers follow us,
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God verse
Let em know the moon is still
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, word
Mad opin
Yeah, word
Flipmode, Buckshot
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!