Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

Can I hit
It's Willie Stubz and 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
L's, Hennessey sour, pass on the powder
Make an entrance a vigilante wit' a vengeance
Fight for independence, my descendants

a whole chapter
Compressed in one
I blast in an
America's most a toast

Fine women us close
Underground to the street
Money and jewels we
Never play the fool for the

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

When po-po take a loss I no remorse
You know the deal, only blazin' shit that could
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 sicles
When you on point like hard nipples
I flow, clowns merely trickle
hot sweat down a fat bitch ass cheek

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

Till the spotlight is mine, up in the Lex truck
Wit' four chrome rims, ha for the buck
Three and twelve-changer CD's
Bumpin' everything Beatnuts to the Bee Gee's

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha,

You don't know the so
Sit down fatso, watch me boats like gas blows
assholes, I'm on a roll
So butter me, wanna mother me

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

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

Now you struttin' real like a peacock
Personal injuries faces run into these
Y'all niggas need more treats, fuck them keyboard
Hip hop hippy, in my whippy
Light up the clippy and let the vibes hit me,

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back

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

Got no problem wit' smashin' teeth, fuckin' your
Robbin' you nigga, kidnappin' niece
Bless your cheek wit' a crease
I'm a problem you don't need, y'all go run for police

Y'all could all the drugs in the world
Hang wit' all the thugs in the
Won't be the hole that 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, forward
Cha cha cha cha, froward