Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

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

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
Through stereo
Spliff starr immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you the pain nigga
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the world 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 half
Giving me and holdin grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is past
on, hold 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
Feelin
for dope
(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
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
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha 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 shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a buck
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga don't

(lord mercy)
Landlord
lanes no indicator
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye rivals
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
Check the thoughts
Villains warp the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused like lens
And wings like cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
in the streets system
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Like jeans
My style two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of busta own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My on the preserve
know we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never with these herbs
My squad superb

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
Undercovers follow us,
on the regular to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God verse
Let em know the moon is still
And a fact...

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