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 it, yo check it out yo

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

Write a chapter
in one sentence
I blast in an
America's most makin' a

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

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

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

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

I'm so nice that I'm not, call me
I my toenails and spit 'em at wack niggas
I used to crack, now I'm gettin' rap figgas
Too Hype to be Unsigned, so I
on vines, baby and nines

Till the is mine, pullin' up in the Lex truck
Wit' four chrome rims, ha for the best
Three TV's and twelve-changer
Bumpin' everything Beatnuts to the Bee Gee's

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha,

You know the half so
Sit down fatso, watch me blast boats gas blows
assholes, I'm on a roll
So butter me, bitches mother me

they 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 wit' new hit
As I hit the so, stay Puff like Sean Combs
Bang heads bongos, you get the like The Gong Show
Catch you comin' out the spot cripple you wit' a knee drop

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Yo, I used to spit 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 some B. shit like, "What happened to peace?"

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

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back