Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

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

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

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

Fine women us close
to the street level
Money and we embezzle
Never play the for the devil

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

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back

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

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

Till the spotlight is mine, up in the Lex truck
Wit' chrome 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 wit' her hee,
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 don't the half so
Sit down fatso, watch me blast boats gas blows
Outta assholes, I'm on a
So butter me, wanna mother me

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

Now you struttin' cute like a peacock
Personal injuries faces run into these
Y'all niggas need treats, fuck them keyboard beats
Hip hop hippy, jump in my
Light up the clippy and let the hit me, c'mon

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back

Yo, I used to outta 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 my beef
You on some Eric B. shit like, "What to peace?"

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

Y'all could all the drugs in the world
wit' all the thugs in the world
Won't be the hole that I dug in the world
Taste when you kissin' your girl?
Well, you should 'cuz she more nut than a squirrel nigga

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, froward