Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

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

I already told ya niggaz
I showed y'all niggaz
When I ya niggaz
how I sold ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put yourself in a
me kick it
I get flashlight how we get it it specific and artistic
rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter
I stay you cut the war underwear
I'll hold ya back nigga ya shystie
When my blood start I get fystie
Laced with
education if somebody try to bite me
Scratchy, flows come hypely
than your fuckin icy
Reaching my level is highly
Precisely I'm the king I be
Why in the sam hell would you it upon yourself to ever try me
Got be suffering some of fault or malfunction
You don't want this situation to get both dangerous and
Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big
On top of things running shit why you going under
If I take ass on this track it'll probably defeat the purpose
Cause that ass material you putting out
probably ain't gone never
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
get fitted for graves for going for brave
When bullets get sprayed
So I ain't no no gang bang
Shit, I'm to change things
We stuck on the thang
Stealing draws Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the of cars of the upper esilonge
Blunts and guns roll M1s tasers
weed all the way to the bank
Nigga the fuck you think

What cha thank

Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving purpose
Doing and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, herb
Walking this throughout your suburb
Got young switching suburbans
The tempo I run I run around like a tortoise
Your mom say run when I they come
ta get they slick and they pussies murdered
Low dirty
Big old burn down the barn to make million dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit your business
I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass 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 of a dog's ass
Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like
Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you like pelicans
haters are of no relevance
I'm on intelligence
And changing like elements
If you was up to my level I'd probably all on ya
But you ain't bitch you bumb time don't on ya
What the fuck you its time to come up
And profit off the we sell
Rode the band with BL why I gotta to back up with KL
Nigga next to me your be seeming fake
You to move your fucking finger
I cuts my piece off the tank cake
Move them mothafuckas show me your mean face
But stick fingers in your mothafucking ears
Cause these be dropping some mean bass
Cause it ain't be no more after me
It ain't no limit to young black hustlers
ask that nigga P
It has to pe the if ya ask me man
Ya'll niggaz know ya hang
Nigga, what the you think

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