Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

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

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

Write a whole
Compressed in one
I in an instance
America's most makin' a

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

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

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back

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

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

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

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha,

You don't the half so
Sit down fatso, watch me boats like gas blows
assholes, I'm on a roll
So butter me, bitches wanna 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 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 struttin' cute like a peacock
Personal injuries when run into these
Y'all niggas need treats, fuck 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, forward

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

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

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 a squirrel nigga

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back