Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
Like 4 little kids
And the gettin plugged
I give a fuck style
Tell me jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
uncoothe
And raise the like lukas
12 years done through all phases
Watch your scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth 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, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the street
Watch the whole world 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 thug
Giving me and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is past
on, hold on
You just rappin
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
is the name
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 we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(ramoage)
made 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
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin street
I'm flipmode
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
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 loved blood runs cold in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
the ledge
Stay focused like photo
And spread like cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
in the streets system
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest niggas
Wanna find a new
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
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck these herbs
My squad superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the
Undercovers us, stress
on the regular to bust
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black with something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God verse
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
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 we got cha opin

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