Luyện nghe bài hát Muchachacha

Can I hit
It's Willie and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willie Stubz
What up, 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 wit' a
Fight for independence, my descendants

Write a whole
in one sentence
I in an instance
America's makin' a toast

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

The temptation is
To hug you like a 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, blazin' shit that could feel
Beatnuts be movin' the crowd like blue
Cho-cha-cha, that's the three course

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 down a fat bitch ass cheek

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

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

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha,

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

Take they bras off and me
me, for an appointment
'Cuz love 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 Sean Combs
Bang heads like bongos, you get the The Gong Show
Catch you comin' out the tree spot cripple you wit' a drop

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

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, forward

Yo, I used to spit outta anger, now I just out a banger
Flip and your 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
Robbin' you nigga, kidnappin' niece
Bless your cheek wit' a permanent
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
Won't be the first hole that I dug in the
Taste dick when you your girl?
Well, you 'cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel nigga

Cha cha cha, back
Cha cha cha cha, back

Cha cha cha, forward
Cha cha cha cha, froward