Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

Dirty girl spit mucous
Speech
And raise the roof lukas
12 years done through all phases
your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my
Not
I bust your
Then drop you the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
the foul
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 pain
Like the dick to balls
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
the street shit
Watch the world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
rings glowin
Triple to the club
My man is thug
Giving me pound and holdin
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with more than soap
Sham is the
Feelin
for dope
(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
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
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this 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 a buck fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm street 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
and saviour
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused photo lens
And spread wings cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the streets
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like jeans
My style flip
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of busta own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never with these herbs
My squad superb

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
Undercovers follow us,
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
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
Buck 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
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya we got cha opin
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 know we got cha

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