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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
Like them 4 little
And the teacher plugged
I give a fuck style
Tell me come
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
uncoothe
And raise the roof like
12 years done rocked through all
your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my
Not
I bust your
drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
the foul
Through your
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, fine broads,
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
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 totein
rings glowin
Triple to the club
My man is thug
Giving me pound and holdin
my shit
So I can put a on your clik
Your is past tense
Hold on, on
You started rappin
since you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow your
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
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 we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas 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 ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We won't let it
don't hide

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga stay in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage 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 runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay focused like lens
And spread wings like Cobra
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
in the streets system
All in jeep knocks shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And pop shit
Massive and
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
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
Rasco jeans
My style flip
Pass my chrome
one of the best of Busta Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas know we
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
fuck with these herbs
My squad superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin the streets
Undercovers follow us,
on the regular to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
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
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
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, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!