Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

Hydro (buddha!)
Hah yo ya ya yo!
I need some weed (lady) all day
I some brown weed (jenny)
I some cut (lady lady)

Now doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the really starts
(Yo me and my had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was to begin)
Yo yo one jabberjaws tryin' to taste the
written, kids be bullshittin', I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the
Criminal minded put my behind it, you niggaz
Find it to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you bitches, too many tricks
can give a dick a bad sickness

Yo, yo! Yo son me?
(Yo) I'm tryin' to earn a million or two
The ill MC step in (and who the are you?)
Doc start walkin' M.O.P.
To a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG
20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so
(So high) so high so

Air it out
Iron I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull panties up, party's over, in the cut
Slappin' grudges niggaz shoulder, bringin' ruck
Like them at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, bowler, soul controller
Of the universe, stole-a, than cola
Caps grab your hat, Island of Stat'
Keep them cats runnin for gat, in stormy weather

Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, F.O.I.
Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin' a dope show Marilyn
Manson the handgun be in the paneling
Jersey son, watch me whip it like midget
Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start
driver, roll up the fuckin' partition!

Who them that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all cha) yeah yeah
Well who cats you can call on, when you want to brawl?
(Get as hell) and so on (well all right cha) yo yo
Is Funk Doc up in the (well all right cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the (well all right cha)
to Stat' hold it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in mouth (hah, all night cha)

Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, do it again
spark to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding
B-Boys around and act p-noid
the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc Sarah Conn'
For the barrel (Am I on?) Tical, you're on

Uhh-uhh-on,
Uh uh-uh uh-uh,

Got these pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
To make your back stiffen, flip the I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, y'all you don't listen
Bitchin' over you ain't gettin'
So finally, in work, the big hurt
MC, a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of
Remember me? (The nigga!)
Too Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and hazardous
Figure, bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a (Hot Nix-on)
the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
Howin' you the pain I from holdin' these
thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
They with batteries included, in wicked ways

Who them that be rollin' them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all right cha) yeah
Well who them cats you can on, when you want to brawl?
(Get as hell) and so on (well all right cha) yo yo
Is Funk in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo
Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all cha)
Bricks to hold it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (all cha)

Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha