Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

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

(spliff starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I bust your
Then drop you upon the
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
the foul
Through stereo
Spliff 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 dick to your
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
the street shit
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
Pinky rings
Triple beams to the
My man is thug
Giving me and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit it's
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
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
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(ramoage)
made me mad
And now I wanna clap (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 got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm flipmode
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We won't let it
don't hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga stay massive in
When shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the Bible for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
in god's places
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
Check the criminal
Villains warp with the force
the ledge
Stay focused photo lens
And spread like cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
the stars
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like rasco
My style flip
Pass my blue
Here's one of the best of busta own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas 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 squad superb

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

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
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 stop frontin, ya we got cha opin
front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo frontin, you know we got cha opin

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