Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all mc thugs
Like them 4 kids
And the teacher plugged
I don't a fuck style
Tell me jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

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

(spliff starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I bust your
Then you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
the foul
Through stereo
Spliff starr ignorant
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
the whole world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
Pinky glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is thug
Giving me pound and grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow your
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
Sham is the
invain
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this rap shit
I my mind
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm talkin street
I'm reppin
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye with
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay focused like lens
And spread wings like heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the streets
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest niggas
find a new home
Like jeans
My style two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of busta 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 shit and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
Never fuck with herbs
My remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin the streets
Undercovers follow us,
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God attack
Let em know the moon is 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 stop frontin, you know we got cha

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