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

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

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
Speech
And raise the roof Lukas
12 years done rocked all phases
Watch peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then drop you the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
Through your
Spliff Starr immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw i'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
Like the dick to balls
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
the street shit
Watch the whole 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 lock on your
Your style is tense
Hold on, on
You just rappin
Ever since you heard the
We wit it's platinum
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
Sham is the
invain
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 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, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (Uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
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
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine bang
I'm talkin street
I'm Flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga don't

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay 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 with
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay focused like lens
And spread wings like heads
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my dick
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 Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and re-analyze everything you
My rhymes on the
Niggas know we
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
fuck with these herbs
My squad superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the
Undercovers us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
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 stop frontin, ya know we got cha
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, life
Flipmode, Buckshot
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!