Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

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

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

Write a whole
Compressed in one
I blast in an
most makin' a toast

Fine playin' us close
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 the under boss and I move wit force

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back

Yo, I pop up like
When you on point like hard nipples
I flow, clowns merely trickle
Like hot 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
Puffin' on vines, and nines

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

Ain't nuttin' funny like Missy her hee, hee's
MC's get but not wit' no Bibi's
Swing and styles like Sassoon
Vidal, fuck a 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, wanna mother me

Take bras off and smother 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 like bongos, you get the like The Show
Catch you comin' out the tree cripple you wit' a knee drop

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, forward

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

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

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

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, back

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, froward