Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

Dirty girl spit mucous
Speech
And raise the 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 bloodclot
Then drop you the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
the foul
Through stereo
starr 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 pain
Like the to your balls
blood fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
Pinky rings
Triple beams to the
My man is thug
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your is past tense
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow your
the show
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
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
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
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(ramoage)
made me mad
And now I clap shit (uh)
I supreme 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 squad got you
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is of the fittest
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)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
Master and
Nigga stay massive in
When tooth shatter ya die
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye rivals
in god's places
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp with the force
the ledge
Stay focused photo lens
And spread wings like heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
in the streets system
All in your jeep shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like jeans
My style flip
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My on the preserve
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
fuck with these 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
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
Buck make em
God verse
Let em know the 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 stop frontin, ya we got cha opin
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, life
Mad niggas
Yeah, life
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!