Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, forward

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

I'm so that I'm not, call me nasty
I bite my toenails and spit 'em at wack
I used to sell crack, now I'm gettin' rap
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
Three TV's and CD's
Bumpin' everything from Beatnuts to the Bee

nuttin' funny like Missy wit' her hee, hee's
MC's get but not wit' no Bibi's
Swing Calhoun and styles 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, me blast boats like gas blows
assholes, I'm on a roll
So butter me, bitches wanna me

Take bras off and smother me
Irkin' me, for an
'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 Sean
Bang heads like bongos, you get the The Gong Show
Catch you comin' out the tree spot cripple you wit' a knee

Now you struttin' real cute like a
Personal when faces run into these
Y'all niggas need more treats, 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, back

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

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

Y'all sell all the drugs in the world
wit' all the thugs in the world
Won't be the first that I dug in the world
Taste dick you kissin' your girl?
Well, you should 'cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back