Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the like nick
To all mc thugs
Like them 4 little
And the teacher plugged
I don't a fuck style
Tell me jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
Speech
And raise the like lukas
12 years done rocked all phases
Watch peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I bust your
drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff ignorant immigrant
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
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is half
Giving me and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is past
on, hold on
You just rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit it's
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
Sham is the
invain
Fiendin for
(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 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 we got cha opin kid

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

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
Master and
Nigga stay in nature
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
Know the
Stay focused like photo
And spread wings cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep knocks
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Like rasco
My style flip
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or reason to doubt you
I study shit and everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas know we
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck these herbs
My squad remains

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
Buck em react
God attack
Let em know the moon is still
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 know we got cha
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, life
Mad niggas
Yeah, life
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!