Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

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

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

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

Fine women us close
to the street level
Money and we embezzle
Never play the for the devil

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

When po-po take a I have no remorse
You know the deal, only blazin' shit that feel
Beatnuts be movin' the crowd like blue
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, clowns merely trickle
Like hot sweat down a fat ass cheek

I'm so nice that I'm not, call me
I bite my and spit '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

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

nuttin' funny like Missy wit' her hee, hee's
MC's get but not wit' 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 know the half so
Sit down fatso, me blast boats like gas blows
Outta assholes, I'm on a
So butter me, bitches mother me

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

Dead all the bullshit, get this new hit
As I hit the bong so, Puff like 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
Personal injuries when faces run into
Y'all niggas need more treats, fuck keyboard beats
Hip hop hippy, in my whippy
Light up the clippy and let the hit me, c'mon

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back

Yo, I used to outta anger, now I just spit out a banger
and pull your lungs out wit' 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' teeth, fuckin' your wife
Robbin' you nigga, kidnappin' your
Bless your wit' a permanent crease
I'm a you don't need, y'all probably go run for police

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back