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
Tell me come
I rock kix and
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl rhyme spit
uncoothe
And raise the roof Lukas
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
drop you upon 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, 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 fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
Drop the street
Watch the world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is thug
Giving me pound and grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is tense
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever since you the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow growth
the show
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
Sham is the
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
front, you know we got cha opin kid
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 kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
made me mad
And now I wanna shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in this rap shit
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a buck
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
is survival 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
don't hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga stay massive in
When tooth shatter ya die
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye with
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who
on the draw
a paw
For ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And spread like Cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in your knocks shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
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
Make most of the wackest niggas
find a new home
Like Rasco
My style two-tone
Pass my blue
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything you
My rhymes on the
know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
fuck with these herbs
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

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

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