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 give a fuck
Tell me come
I rock kix and
moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
Speech
And raise the like lukas
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the was the blazest

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

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky rings
Triple to the club
My man is half
Giving me pound and holdin
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is tense
Hold on, on
You just started
since you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
your growth
Stop the
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
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

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

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved blood runs cold in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
Know the
Stay focused photo lens
And wings like cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep knocks
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest rapper
find a new home
Like jeans
My flip two-tone
Pass my chrome
one of the best of busta rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
know we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
Never fuck with these
My remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
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 to blow up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
Buck em react
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 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 we got cha opin

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