Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the like nick
To all them mc
Like 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin
I don't give a fuck
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

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

(spliff starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
the foul
Through your
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit I'm it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
Like the to your balls
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
Drop the street
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
rings glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is thug
Giving me and holdin grudge
my shit
So I can put a on your clik
Your is past tense
Hold on, on
You just rappin
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow your
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more than soap
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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

(ramoage)
made me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you a buck fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm street slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for
When I'm crooked eye with
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay like photo lens
And spread like cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like rasco
My flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or reason to doubt you
I study shit and everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
Never with these herbs
My remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
Buck make em
God attack
Let em know the moon is black
And a fact...

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

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