Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin (Part 2)

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
Like 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin
I don't give a fuck
Tell me come
I rock kix and
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
Speech
And the roof like Lukas
12 years done rocked through all
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I your bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
Spliff the
Through stereo
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit i'm it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
Like the dick to balls
blood fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
the street shit
Watch the world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky rings
Triple to the club
My man is half
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
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
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna shit (Uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin 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 squad got you
Hit you a buck fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm talkin street
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
Master and
stay massive in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the bible for
When I'm crooked eye rivals
Horizontal in God's
of all
Now who
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood cold in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
Know the
Stay like photo lens
And spread wings like heads
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
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 of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like Rasco
My style two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything you
My rhymes on the
know we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck these herbs
My squad superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the
Undercovers us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
Nigga
Dirty baggy
Black napsack something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the long time, ya
Buck 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 frontin, ya know we got cha opin
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 know we got cha

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