Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all mc thugs
Like 4 little kids
And the gettin plugged
I give a fuck style
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
uncoothe
And raise the roof lukas
12 done rocked through all phases
your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my
Not
I bust bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff starr ignorant
I'm it
Money, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
Like the dick to your
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the shit
Watch the whole world to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky rings
Triple to the club
My man is thug
Giving me pound and holdin
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is past
on, hold on
You just started
Ever since you the shit
We fuckin wit it's
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more than soap
Sham is the
invain
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap
I lost my
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My goes bang
I'm talkin street
I'm flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay in nature
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for
When I'm eye with rivals
in god's places
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the force
Know the
Stay focused like photo
And spread like cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep knocks
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
the stars
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest rapper
Wanna find a new
Like jeans
My flip two-tone
Pass my blue
Here's one of the best of rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas we deserve
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck these herbs
My squad superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God attack
Let em the moon is still black
And a fact...

Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya we got cha opin
front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you we got cha opin

Huh, word
Mad niggas
Yeah, word
Flipmode, buckshot
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!