Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

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

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

Write a chapter
Compressed in one
I blast in an
most makin' a toast

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

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

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back

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

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

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

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha,

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

Take they bras off and me
Irkin' me, for an
'Cuz they love jerkin' me off the
It's Psycho, the new pimp, the new

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

Now you struttin' real like a peacock
injuries when faces run into these
Y'all niggas more treats, fuck them keyboard beats
Hip hop hippy, in my whippy
Light up the clippy and let the vibes hit me,

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

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

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

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, froward