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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst Nick
To all them mc
Like them 4 kids
And the gettin plugged
I don't give a style
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

Dirty girl rhyme spit
uncoothe
And raise the roof like
12 done rocked through all phases
Watch your scream the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I bust your
drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff Starr 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 the pain nigga
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
in the face of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the whole rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin totein
rings glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is thug
Giving me and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is past
on, Hold on
You just started
Ever since you the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you more bars than soap
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(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 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 we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (Uh)
I supreme 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 a buck fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the bible for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in God's
of all
Now who
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the force
Know the
Stay focused like lens
And wings like Cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in jeep knocks shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
I hit hard
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
Rasco jeans
My style flip
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of Busta own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
know 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 remains superb

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

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the long time, ya
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 frontin, ya know we got cha opin
front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you we got cha opin

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