Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

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

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

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

Fine women playin' us
Underground to the street
Money and we embezzle
play the fool for the devil

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

When po-po take a loss I 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, back

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

I'm so that I'm not, call me nasty
I bite my toenails and spit 'em at niggas
I to sell crack, now I'm gettin' rap figgas
Too Hype to be Unsigned, so I
Puffin' on vines, baby and

Till the spotlight is mine, 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 Missy wit' her hee, hee's
MC's get but not wit' no Bibi's
Swing Calhoun and styles like
Vidal, a trial give me hundreds for miles

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha,

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

Take they bras off and me
Irkin' me, for an
'Cuz they love me off the ointment
Psycho, the new pimp, the new pimp

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

Now you real cute like a peacock
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, back

Yo, I used to spit outta anger, now I just spit out a
Flip and pull lungs 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' your
you nigga, kidnappin' your niece
Bless your cheek a permanent crease
I'm a problem you don't need, probably go run for police

Y'all could all the drugs in the world
Hang wit' all the in the world
be the first hole that I dug in the world
Taste dick you kissin' your girl?
Well, you should 'cuz she swallow more nut than a nigga

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, froward