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

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

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
Speech
And raise the roof like
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I bust your
Then drop you the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
the foul
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 your
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the street
Watch the whole rock 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 pound and holdin
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you more bars than soap
is the name
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 know we got cha kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
made me mad
And now I clap shit (Uh)
I reign in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I can't get it
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 your broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin street
I'm reppin
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga stay in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
in God's places
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the force
the ledge
Stay focused like lens
And spread wings Cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
in the streets system
All in your knocks shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And pop shit
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest rapper
Wanna a new home
Rasco jeans
My style flip
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of Busta own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to you
I shit 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 on the echos and the re-verbs
fuck with these herbs
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the
Undercovers follow us,
on the regular to bust
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
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...

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, ya 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 we got cha opin

Huh, life
Mad niggas
Yeah, word
Flipmode, Buckshot
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!