Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
uncoothe
And raise the roof like
12 years done rocked all phases
your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then drop you the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff starr 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 balls
blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
the street shit
Watch the whole world to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
Pinky glowin
beams to the club
My man is half
Giving me pound and grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You just started
since you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow growth
the show
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
is the name
Feelin
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 we got cha opin 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)
made me mad
And now I wanna shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this rap shit
I lost my
I can't get it
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 broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My goes bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga don't

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And spread wings cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
radioactive
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 most of the wackest niggas
Wanna find a new
Like rasco
My flip two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of busta own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
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
know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck with herbs
My squad superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God attack
Let em the moon is still 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 frontin, ya know 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 know we got cha

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