Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

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

I hit the world like 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 makin' a toast

women playin' us close
Underground to the street
Money and we embezzle
Never play the for the devil

The temptation is
To hug you like a grizzly
Fuckin' wit' the life, beware
Stubz the under boss and I move wit force

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, forward

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

I'm so nice I'm not, call me nasty
I bite my toenails and 'em at wack niggas
I used to sell crack, now I'm gettin' rap
Too Hype to be Unsigned, so I
Puffin' on vines, baby and

the spotlight is mine, pullin' up in the Lex truck
Wit' chrome rims, ha for the best buck
Three and twelve-changer CD's
Bumpin' everything from Beatnuts to the Bee

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha,

You don't know the so
Sit down fatso, me blast boats like gas blows
assholes, I'm on a roll
So butter me, bitches mother me

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

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

Now you real cute like a peacock
Personal injuries faces run into these
Y'all niggas need more treats, them keyboard beats
Hip hop hippy, jump in my
up the clippy and let the vibes hit me, c'mon

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back

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

Got no problem wit' smashin' teeth, fuckin' wife
you nigga, kidnappin' your niece
Bless cheek wit' a permanent crease
I'm a problem you need, y'all probably go run for police

Y'all could all the drugs in the world
Hang all the thugs in the world
Won't be the first hole that I dug in the
Taste dick when you your girl?
Well, you should 'cuz she swallow nut than a squirrel nigga

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, froward