Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin
I don't a fuck style
Tell me come
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
uncoothe
And raise the roof like
12 done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps 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 your
Spliff starr immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you the pain nigga
Like the dick to your
Thug blood
in the face of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
Pinky glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is thug
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is past
on, hold on
You just started
Ever since you the shit
We fuckin wit it's
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
Sham is the
invain
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 we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in 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
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm flipmode
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga don't

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
Master and
stay massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the Bible for
When I'm crooked eye rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
warp with the invisible force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And spread wings like cobra
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
in the streets system
All in jeep knocks shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest niggas
Wanna a new home
rasco jeans
My flip two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you 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 know we
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
Never with these herbs
My squad remains

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the time, ya trapped
Buck em react
God attack
Let em the moon is still 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
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you know we got cha

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