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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst Nick
To all mc thugs
Like 4 little kids
And the teacher plugged
I don't give a fuck
Tell me jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
uncoothe
And the roof like Lukas
12 years done through all phases
Watch your 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, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw i'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
Like the to your balls
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
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
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
Sham is the
invain
Fiendin for
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin 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 shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a buck
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm talkin street
I'm Flipmode
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the bible for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
the criminal thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused photo lens
And spread wings Cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
in the streets system
All in your knocks shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
In my
the stars
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Rasco jeans
My style flip
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
know we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
fuck with these herbs
My remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin the streets
Undercovers us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps this in the raps
In the long time, ya
make em react
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 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 know we got cha

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