Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

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

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

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

Fine playin' us close
Underground to the level
and jewels we embezzle
Never the fool for the devil

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

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

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

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

Till the spotlight is mine, pullin' up in the Lex
Wit' four rims, ha for the best buck
TV's and twelve-changer CD's
Bumpin' everything from 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 like 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, me blast boats like gas blows
assholes, I'm on a roll
So butter me, bitches mother me

Take they bras off and me
me, for an appointment
'Cuz 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, stay like Sean Combs
Bang heads like bongos, you get the The Gong Show
Catch you comin' out the tree spot cripple you a knee drop

Now you struttin' real cute like a
Personal injuries when faces run these
niggas need more treats, fuck them keyboard beats
Hip hop hippy, in my whippy
up the clippy and let the vibes hit me, c'mon

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, forward

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

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

could sell all the drugs in the world
Hang wit' all the in the world
Won't be the first hole I dug in the world
Taste dick when you kissin' your
Well, you should 'cuz she swallow more nut than a nigga

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, froward