Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

Can I hit
It's Willie Stubz and Beatnuts, and Willie Stubz
What up, real pimp on the cut, what up
Uh, uh, let's blaze it, yo it out yo

I hit the world unexpected a meteor shower
L's, Hennessey sour, pass on the powder
Make an entrance like a wit' a vengeance
Fight for independence, my descendants

Write a chapter
in one sentence
I in an instance
America's most a toast

Fine women playin' us
to the street level
Money and we embezzle
Never the fool for the devil

The is there
To hug you like a grizzly
Fuckin' wit' the wild life,
Willie the under boss and I move wit force

When po-po a loss I have no remorse
You know the deal, blazin' shit that could feel
Beatnuts be movin' the crowd like steel
Cho-cha-cha, that's the three course

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Yo, I pop up like
you ain't on point like hard nipples
I flow, y'all clowns trickle
hot sweat down a fat bitch ass cheek

I'm so nice that I'm not, me nasty
I bite my toenails and spit 'em at niggas
I used to sell crack, now I'm rap figgas
Too Hype to be Unsigned, so I
Puffin' on vines, and nines

Till the spotlight is mine, pullin' up in the Lex
Wit' four chrome rims, ha for the best
Three TV's and CD's
everything from Beatnuts to the Bee Gee's

Ain't nuttin' funny like Missy her hee, hee's
MC's get popped but not wit' no
Swing and styles like Sassoon
Vidal, fuck a trial me hundreds for miles

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha,

You know the half so
Sit down fatso, watch me blast like gas blows
Outta assholes, I'm on a
So butter me, bitches wanna me

Take bras off and smother me
me, for an appointment
'Cuz love jerkin' me off the ointment
Psycho, the new pimp, the new pimp

Dead all the bullshit, get this new hit
As I hit the bong so, Puff like Sean Combs
Bang heads bongos, you get the like The Gong Show
Catch you comin' out the tree spot cripple you a knee drop

Now you struttin' real cute like a
Personal injuries when faces run into
niggas need more treats, fuck them keyboard beats
Hip hop hippy, jump in my
Light up the clippy and let the hit me, c'mon

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Yo, I used to outta anger, now I just spit out a banger
Flip and your lungs out wit' a hanger
I'm not a trouble-making nigga but I handle my
You on some B. shit like, "What happened to peace?"

Got no problem smashin' teeth, fuckin' your wife
Robbin' you nigga, your niece
Bless your cheek wit' a crease
I'm a you don't need, y'all probably go run for police

Y'all sell all the drugs in the world
Hang all the thugs in the world
Won't be the first hole I dug in the world
Taste dick when you kissin' your
Well, you should 'cuz she swallow more nut than a nigga

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back