Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all mc thugs
Like 4 little kids
And the teacher plugged
I give a fuck style
Tell me come
I kix and swishees
moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
uncoothe
And the roof like lukas
12 years done rocked all phases
Watch your peeps scream the was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
the foul
Through your
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
you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to balls
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
the street shit
Watch the whole world to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
Pinky glowin
beams to the club
My man is half
me pound and holdin 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 platinum
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with more than soap
Sham is the
Feelin
for dope
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you 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 face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My goes bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
Master and
Nigga stay in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage 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 blood runs cold in the winter
Check the criminal
Villains warp the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused photo lens
And spread wings like heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep knocks
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
the stars
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest niggas
Wanna a new home
Like jeans
My flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or reason to doubt you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas know we
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
fuck with these herbs
My remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin the streets
Undercovers us, stress
on the regular to bust
us
We get enough
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
skully
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 attack
Let em know the 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 know we got cha
front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you we got cha opin

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