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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the like Nick
To all them mc
Like them 4 kids
And the teacher gettin
I don't 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
Watch your peeps the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I bust your
Then drop you the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
the foul
Through stereo
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 dick to your
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
the street shit
Watch the world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky rings
beams to the club
My man is thug
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your is past tense
on, Hold on
You started rappin
Ever you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
is the name
Feelin
Fiendin for
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha 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 supreme in this rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you a buck fifty
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I leave face broken
This is survival of the
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)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
Master and
stay massive in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye rivals
in God's places
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
Check the criminal
Villains warp with the invisible
Know the
Stay focused photo lens
And spread wings like heads
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no reason 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
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like Rasco
My flip two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give to doubt you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck with herbs
My squad superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
Undercovers us, stress
on the regular to bust
us
We get enough
Nigga
baggy jeans
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God attack
Let em know the moon is 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
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, word
Mad niggas
Yeah, life
Flipmode, Buckshot
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!