Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
Like them 4 kids
And the teacher plugged
I don't give a fuck
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
uncoothe
And the roof like lukas
12 years done rocked all phases
Watch your peeps the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run mouth 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
Spliff the
Through your
Spliff 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 nigga
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
in the face of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the whole world to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
Pinky glowin
beams to the club
My man is thug
Giving me and holdin grudge
my shit
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is past
on, hold on
You started rappin
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow your
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars soap
Sham is the
Feelin
for dope
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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
Don't front, you know we got cha 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 we got cha opin kid

(ramoage)
made me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin 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 with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm talkin street
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
and saviour
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved blood runs cold in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay focused like lens
And spread like cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And pop shit
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest rapper
Wanna a new home
rasco jeans
My style two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of busta rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything you
My rhymes on the
Niggas know we
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
Never with these herbs
My squad remains

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We get enough
Nigga
baggy jeans
Black napsack something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
make em react
God verse
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
front, you know 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 we got cha opin

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