Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

Can I hit
It's Stubz and Beatnuts, 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 unexpected like a meteor shower
L's, Hennessey sour, pass on the powder
Make an entrance like a vigilante wit' a
for independence, like my descendants

Write a whole
in one sentence
I blast in an
most makin' a toast

Fine women us close
Underground to the level
Money and jewels we
play the fool for the devil

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

When po-po a loss I have no remorse
You know the deal, only blazin' shit that could
Beatnuts be movin' the crowd blue steel
Cho-cha-cha, that's the three 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 sweat a fat bitch ass cheek

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

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

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha,

You don't the half so
Sit down fatso, watch me blast like gas blows
assholes, I'm on a roll
So me, bitches wanna 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 Puff like Combs
Bang like bongos, you get the like The Gong Show
Catch you comin' out the spot cripple you wit' a knee drop

Now you real cute like a peacock
Personal injuries when faces run these
niggas need more treats, fuck them 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 spit outta anger, now I spit out a banger
Flip and pull your 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 wit' smashin' teeth, fuckin' wife
Robbin' you nigga, kidnappin' your
your cheek wit' a permanent crease
I'm a problem you need, y'all probably go run for police

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back