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 gettin plugged
I give a fuck style
Tell me jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

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

(spliff starr)
run they mouth about my click
Not
I bust your
Then drop you the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
Spliff the
Through your
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 nigga
Like the dick to your
Thug fluid
in the face of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky glowin
Triple to the club
My man is thug
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You just rappin
Ever you heard the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you more bars than soap
Sham is the
invain
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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
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 kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck
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 flipmode
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
stay massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye with
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused like photo
And wings like cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the system
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And pop shit
Massive and
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest niggas
find a new home
Like jeans
My style flip
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck these herbs
My squad remains

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
Buck em react
God attack
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 know we got cha
Don't front, you we got cha opin, yo
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

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