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 don't give a fuck
Tell me jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
uncoothe
And the roof like lukas
12 years done through all phases
your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then drop you upon the
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
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 I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you the pain nigga
Like the to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the shit
Watch the world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
Pinky glowin
beams to the club
My man is thug
Giving me pound and grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
Your is past tense
on, hold on
You started rappin
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
is the name
Feelin
Fiendin for
(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 know we got cha kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you 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)
Niggas 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 spit ya fuckin wig
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a buck
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga stay in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal
warp with the invisible force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And spread wings like cobra
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
in the streets system
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
In my
the stars
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
rasco jeans
My style flip
Pass my blue
Here's one of the best of busta own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or reason to doubt you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
Never fuck these herbs
My remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin the streets
Undercovers us, stress
on the regular to bust
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black napsack something for ya gut
Wooly-type
strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God verse
Let em know the moon is 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
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 stop frontin, you know we got cha

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