Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the like nick
To all them mc
Like them 4 little
And the gettin plugged
I don't give a style
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

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

(spliff starr)
run they mouth about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
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 shit I'm it
At you and
Make you feel the 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 heinken's
rings glowin
Triple to the club
My man is thug
Giving me pound and grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is tense
on, hold on
You started rappin
Ever since you the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more 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 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, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I clap 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
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm street slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga don't

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
Master and
stay massive in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
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 loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay like photo lens
And spread like cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep knocks
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
When I hit
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 rapper niggas
find a new home
Like rasco
My style two-tone
Pass my blue
one of the best of busta rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to 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
fuck with these herbs
My squad remains

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

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
make em react
God attack
Let em the moon is still black
And a fact...

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, ya we got cha opin
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, life
Mad opin
Yeah, life
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!