Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

Can I hit
Willie 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
Twist L's, sour, pass on the powder
Make an entrance like a vigilante wit' a
Fight for independence, my descendants

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
play the fool for the devil

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

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, forward

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

I'm so that I'm not, call me nasty
I bite my toenails and 'em at wack niggas
I to sell 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
Wit' four rims, ha for the best buck
TV's and twelve-changer CD's
Bumpin' everything Beatnuts to the Bee Gee's

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha,

You know the half so
Sit down fatso, watch me boats like gas blows
Outta assholes, I'm on a
So butter me, wanna 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

all the bullshit, get wit' this new hit
As I hit the bong so, stay Puff like Combs
heads like bongos, you get the like The Gong Show
Catch you out the tree spot cripple you wit' a knee drop

Now you struttin' real cute like a
Personal injuries when faces run into
Y'all niggas need more treats, them 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 outta anger, now I just spit out a banger
Flip and pull your lungs out wit' a
I'm not a trouble-making 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' niece
Bless your cheek wit' a 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 all the thugs in the world
Won't be the first hole that I dug in the
Taste when you kissin' your girl?
Well, you 'cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel nigga

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, froward