Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

Dirty girl rhyme spit
uncoothe
And raise the roof like
12 years done through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
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 pain
Like the to your balls
blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the street
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
Pinky glowin
Triple to the club
My man is half
Giving me pound and grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit it's
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you more 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
Don't front, you 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 we got cha opin kid
front, you know 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 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 with a fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm street slang
I'm flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
Master and
Nigga stay massive in
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for
When I'm crooked eye with
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the force
Know the
Stay focused photo lens
And spread like cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest rapper
Wanna find a new
Like rasco
My style two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of busta own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with herbs
My squad remains

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

Collapse, perhaps this in the raps
In the long time, ya
make em react
God attack
Let em know the moon is 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 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 frontin, you know we got cha opin

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