Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

Time to get ya
ya think nigga
Time to get ya
ya think nigga

I already told ya niggaz
Shit I showed y'all
When I slaughtered ya
how I sold ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put yourself in a
me kick it
I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and
Spare rhymes and rough drafts get it done
I clear you cut the war underwear
I'll hold ya back nigga cause ya
When my blood start I get fystie
Laced cyanide
hard education if somebody try to me
Scratchy, flows come across
than your fuckin icy
Reaching my level is highly
I'm the right king I be
Why in the sam hell would you it upon yourself to ever try me
Got be some type of fault or malfunction
You want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big
On top of things shit why you bitches going under
If I take your ass on this track probably defeat the purpose
Cause half ass material you putting out
probably gone never surface
You harmless, you couldn't blow the up
keep up the pace I set
I'll your ass with my warm-ups
rap composer and performer
Map located on the corner
I'm making the way like they at a
Niggaz get for graves for going for brave
When them bullets get
So I ain't no no gang bang
Shit, I'm trying to change
We on the same thang
Stealing draws from Les
Then I can go to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge
and guns roll like M1s tasers
Smoke weed all the way to the
Nigga the fuck you think

What cha nigga

Fuck ya'll niggaz bad lines and bad words serving their purpose
Doing videos and soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, smoke
Walking this thing throughout suburb
Got young niggaz suburbans
The tempo I run I run around like a tortoise
Your mom say run when I hear come
ta get they titty slick and they murdered
Low down
Big old niggaz down the barn to make million dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit your business
I'll ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
til I finish
If I cut ya down I'm gone you look bad
I'm gone them look at you
the same way they look at the back of a ass
Hit it tell us, stomp through this like elephants
Swing this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans
Playa haters are of no
I'm on intelligence
And changing them elements
If you was up to my I'd probably wail all on ya
But you ain't bitch you bumb time tell on ya
What the fuck you think its to come up
And profit off the we sell
Rode the band with BL why I chance to back up with KL
Nigga next to me your shit be fake
You bests to move your finger
While I cuts my piece off the tank
Move them ugly mothafuckas me your mean face
But stick your fingers in your mothafucking
Cause niggaz be dropping some mean bass
Cause it ain't be no more after me
It ain't no to these young black hustlers
ask that Master P
It has to pe the if ya ask me man
niggaz know ya can't hang
Nigga, what the fuck you

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