Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
Like 4 little kids
And the gettin plugged
I give a fuck style
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
Speech
And raise the like lukas
12 years done rocked through all
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
Spliff the
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 dick to your
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the shit
the whole world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky glowin
beams to the club
My man is half
Giving me pound and holdin
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is past
on, hold on
You just started
Ever you heard the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow growth
the show
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 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 know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha 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 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 buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm flipmode
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
Master and
stay massive in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones runs cold in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp the invisible force
the ledge
Stay focused like photo
And spread wings like heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep knocks
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
rasco jeans
My flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of busta own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never with these herbs
My squad superb

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

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the time, ya trapped
Buck make em
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
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha
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, word
Mad niggas
Yeah, word
Flipmode, buckshot
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!