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 gettin
I don't give a fuck
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

Dirty girl rhyme spit
uncoothe
And the roof like Lukas
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 bloodclot
Then drop you upon the
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff Starr immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit i'm it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
Like the dick to balls
blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the shit
Watch the whole world to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky rings
Triple beams to the
My man is thug
Giving me pound and grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is past
on, Hold on
You just rappin
Ever you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
Sham is the
Feelin
Fiendin for
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm street slang
I'm Flipmode
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
lanes 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 the bible for basics?
When I'm crooked eye with
Horizontal in God's
of all
Now who
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains with the invisible force
the ledge
Stay focused like lens
And spread wings like Cobra
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
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 find a new
Like Rasco
My flip two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
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 rhymes on the
Niggas know we
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
Never with these herbs
My squad superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the time, ya trapped
Buck em react
God verse
Let em know the moon is still
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
Don't front, you 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 know we got cha

Huh, life
Mad niggas
Yeah, life
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!