Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

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

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then drop you the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
the foul
Through your
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
you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to your
Thug blood
Pumpin in the of my music
the street shit
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky rings
Triple beams to the
My man is half
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow growth
the show
Go at you
Hit you more bars than soap
Sham is the
Feelin
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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 we got cha opin kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
Master and
stay massive in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the Bible for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And wings like cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make 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
Make most of the wackest rapper
Wanna find a new
rasco jeans
My style two-tone
Pass my blue
Here's one of the best of rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and re-analyze everything you
My on the preserve
know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
fuck with these herbs
My squad superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the
Undercovers follow us,
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps this in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
make em react
God attack
Let em the moon is still black
And a fact...

front, you know 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
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo frontin, you know we got cha opin

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