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 give a style
Tell me jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

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

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I bust your
Then drop you upon the
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
Spliff the
Through stereo
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 dick to your
blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
the street shit
Watch the world 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
Giving me pound and holdin
my shit
So I can put a lock on your
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You just started
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with more bars soap
is the name
Feelin
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna shit (uh)
I reign in this muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
When tooth shatter ya die
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
the ledge
Stay focused like lens
And spread wings like heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
find a new home
Like jeans
My style two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never with these herbs
My squad superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the
Undercovers us, stress
on the regular to bust
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty jeans
napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
make 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 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, life
Mad opin
Yeah, life
Flipmode, buckshot
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!