Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

Dirty girl rhyme spit
uncoothe
And the roof like lukas
12 years done rocked all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the

(spliff starr)
run they 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
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff 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
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
the street shit
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky glowin
beams to the club
My man is half
Giving me and holdin grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on your
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit it's
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(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, frontin, you know we got cha opin 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 wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a buck
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm flipmode
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga stay in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the Bible for basics?
When I'm crooked eye rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the force
Know the
Stay focused like photo
And spread wings like heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep knocks
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And pop shit
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
find a new home
Like jeans
My flip two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of busta own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything 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
Never fuck with herbs
My squad superb

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
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,
up a batch
Of to blow up the map

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

Don't front, you 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 stop frontin, you we got cha opin

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