Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst nick
To all mc thugs
them 4 little kids
And the gettin plugged
I give a fuck style
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
Speech
And raise the roof lukas
12 years done through all phases
Watch peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then drop you the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
Spliff the
Through your
starr ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit I'm it
At you and
Make you feel the 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
rings glowin
Triple to the club
My man is thug
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever 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 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 know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
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
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm talkin street
I'm flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the for basics?
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay focused like lens
And wings like cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
When I hit
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 find a new
Like rasco
My style two-tone
Pass my blue
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or reason to doubt you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
up in your 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 follow us,
on the regular to bust
us
We get enough
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the long time, ya
make em react
God verse
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
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo frontin, ya know 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 stop frontin, you know we got cha

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