Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

Dirty girl spit mucous
uncoothe
And the roof like lukas
12 done rocked through all phases
Watch peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then drop you the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
Like the dick to your
blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the shit
the whole 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 half
Giving me pound and grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on your
Your is past tense
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars soap
Sham is the
Feelin
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
Don't front, you we got cha opin 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 we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I reign supreme in this rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin street
I'm flipmode
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the Bible for basics?
When I'm crooked eye rivals
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
warp with the invisible force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And wings like cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
rasco jeans
My flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with herbs
My squad remains

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
Undercovers follow us,
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God attack
Let em know the is still black
And a fact...

front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya we got cha opin
Don't front, you we got cha opin, yo
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

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