Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

Dirty girl rhyme spit
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 mouth about my
Not
I bust bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
the foul
Through stereo
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you the pain nigga
Like the dick to your
Thug fluid
in the face of my music
Drop the street
the whole world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky rings
beams to the club
My man is half
Giving me and holdin grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on your
Your is past tense
Hold on, on
You just started
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more than soap
Sham is the
invain
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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

(ramoage)
made me mad
And now I clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
This is of the fittest
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 won't let it
don't hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga stay in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who the Bible for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
Know the
Stay like photo lens
And wings like cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
in the streets system
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Like jeans
My style two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or reason to doubt you
I study shit and everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas we deserve
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck with herbs
My squad remains

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
Undercovers follow us,
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
Buck em react
God verse
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
front, you know 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
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo frontin, you know we got cha opin

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