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 style
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty girl spit mucous
uncoothe
And the roof like lukas
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch your scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff starr ignorant
I'm it
Money, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
Like the to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the of my music
Drop the street
Watch the world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
Pinky rings
Triple beams to the
My man is thug
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is tense
Hold on, on
You started rappin
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
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
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 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 squad got you
Hit you with a buck
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 goes bang
I'm talkin street
I'm flipmode
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

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

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And pop shit
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the rapper niggas
find a new home
Like jeans
My flip two-tone
Pass my blue
one of the best of busta rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas know we
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with herbs
My squad superb

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
Undercovers follow us,
on the regular to bust
us
We get enough
Nigga
baggy jeans
Black napsack with 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
make em react
God attack
Let em the moon is still black
And a fact...

Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya 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, life
Mad opin
Yeah, word
Flipmode, buckshot
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!