Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

Now these doors don't open til dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really
(Yo me and my had to be in by ten
Right the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws tryin' to the
Paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see they
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to
Them broads my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal minded put my life behind it, you
it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you bitches, too many tricks
That can a dick a bad sickness

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

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

Gats, hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
Aiyyo hoe! Doc be a dope show like Marilyn
Manson the handgun be in the paneling
Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like
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?
pussy all night (well all right cha) yeah yeah
Well who them you can call on, when you want to brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all cha) yo yo
Is Funk Doc up in the (well all right cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the house? (well all cha)
to Stat' hold it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all cha)

Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it
spark to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds,
be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes,
(Terminator 2) Doc after Conn'
For the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, on

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

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

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

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