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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst Nick
To all mc thugs
Like them 4 kids
And the teacher plugged
I don't a fuck style
Tell me come
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty girl spit mucous
Speech
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 your bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
Spliff the
Through stereo
Spliff Starr ignorant
I'm it
Money, fast car, broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit i'm it
At you and
Make you the pain nigga
the dick to your balls
Thug fluid
in the face of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the whole world to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
rings glowin
Triple to the club
My man is half
Giving me and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is past
on, Hold on
You started rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit it's
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you more bars than soap
Sham is the
invain
Fiendin for
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

Don't front, you know we got cha kid
front, you know we got cha opin 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, frontin, you know we got cha opin 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 clap shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga stay massive in
When shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the bible for basics?
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay focused like photo
And wings like Cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep knocks
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest niggas
Wanna a new home
Rasco jeans
My flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these
My remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
Undercovers follow us,
on the regular to bust
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty baggy
napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
Buck em react
God attack
Let em know the moon is 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, life
Mad niggas
Yeah, life
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!