Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
Speech
And raise the roof like
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the

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

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is half
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You just rappin
Ever you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow your
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 know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I reign in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a fifty
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I leave your broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm flipmode
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
Master and
stay massive in nature
When tooth 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 ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp with the force
Know the
Stay focused like photo
And spread wings like heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the streets
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
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 a new home
Like jeans
My flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas know we
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
fuck with these herbs
My squad remains

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God attack
Let em know the is still black
And a fact...

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

Huh, word
Mad opin
Yeah, life
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!