Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

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

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I bust your
Then drop you the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
Spliff the
Through your
starr ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, broads, what
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 of my music
Drop the street
the whole world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky rings
Triple to the club
My man is half
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow your
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars soap
is the name
Feelin
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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
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)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
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
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm street slang
I'm flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal
warp with the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused photo lens
And spread like cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
in the streets system
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
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 rapper niggas
find a new home
Like jeans
My style two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of busta own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or reason 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 these
My remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty baggy
Black napsack with for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of to blow up the map

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

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