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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the like Nick
To all mc thugs
them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin
I give a fuck style
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
Speech
And raise the like Lukas
12 years done rocked all phases
Watch your peeps scream the was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my
Not
I bust bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
Spliff the
Through stereo
Starr ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw i'm spittin it
At you and
you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to balls
Thug blood
in the face of my music
Drop the street
Watch the whole 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 on your clik
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more than soap
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(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
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
made me mad
And now I wanna clap (Uh)
I reign in this muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
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 leave your broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm street slang
I'm Flipmode
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We won't let it
Nigga don't

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
lanes no indicator
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay in nature
When shatter ya die bone
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 loved ones blood runs cold in the wars
Check the criminal
warp with the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused like photo
And spread wings like Cobra
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we 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
and attractive
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
most 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 Busta own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never with these herbs
My squad superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the
Undercovers follow us,
on the regular to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God verse
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
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo frontin, ya know 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 frontin, you know we got cha opin

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