Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
Like them 4 little
And the teacher gettin
I don't give a fuck
Tell me come
I kix and swishees
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl rhyme spit
Speech
And the roof like lukas
12 done rocked through all phases
Watch peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run mouth 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 stereo
Spliff starr ignorant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit I'm it
At you and
Make you the pain nigga
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the street
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
rings glowin
Triple to the club
My man is half
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is past
on, hold on
You just started
Ever since you the shit
We wit it's platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(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
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(ramoage)
made me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I reign supreme in this rap shit
I my mind
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a fifty
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I leave your broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
and saviour
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 crooked eye rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved blood runs cold in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp the invisible force
the ledge
Stay focused like photo
And spread wings like cobra
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep knocks
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like rasco
My style flip
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of busta own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
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
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck with herbs
My remains superb

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

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the time, ya trapped
Buck make em
God verse
Let em know the moon is still
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 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 we got cha opin

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