Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst nick
To all mc thugs
Like them 4 little
And the gettin plugged
I don't give a style
Tell me jiggy
I kix and swishees
moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
uncoothe
And raise the like lukas
12 done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I bust your
Then drop you the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
Through stereo
starr ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit I'm it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
the dick 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 rings
Triple beams to the
My man is half
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is tense
Hold on, on
You just rappin
Ever you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you more bars than soap
is the name
Feelin
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Yo, frontin, you know 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 shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine bang
I'm talkin street
I'm reppin
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga don't

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga stay in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the Bible for basics?
When I'm crooked eye with
in god's places
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
the criminal thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And spread like cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Like rasco
My style flip
Pass my blue
one of the best of busta rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
fuck with these herbs
My remains superb

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

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God attack
Let em know the moon is 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 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 frontin, you know we got cha opin

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