Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
Like them 4 kids
And the gettin plugged
I don't a fuck style
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl rhyme spit
uncoothe
And raise the roof lukas
12 years done through all phases
Watch your peeps the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
run they mouth about my click
Not
I bust your
Then drop you upon the
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
Spliff the
Through your
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
Like the dick to balls
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the shit
Watch the world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
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 lock on your
Your is past tense
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow growth
the show
Go at you
Hit you with more bars soap
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I clap shit (uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin slang
I'm flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
don't hide

(lord mercy)
innovator
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 for basics?
When I'm crooked eye with
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
Know the
Stay like photo lens
And wings like cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Like rasco
My style two-tone
Pass my blue
one of the best of busta rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My on the preserve
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 with herbs
My squad superb

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

Collapse, perhaps this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God verse
Let em know the moon is 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 know we got cha
Don't front, you we got cha opin, yo
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

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