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

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

Dirty girl spit mucous
uncoothe
And raise the roof like
12 done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then drop you upon the
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
the foul
Through stereo
Starr ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit i'm it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
Like the dick to balls
blood fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
the street shit
Watch the world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is half
Giving me pound and holdin
my shit
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
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
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)
made me mad
And now I wanna clap (Uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin 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 got you opin
Hit you with a fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin slang
I'm Flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
Master and
stay massive in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the bible for
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
Check the thoughts
warp with the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused like lens
And spread like Cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest rapper
Wanna a new home
Like Rasco
My style two-tone
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
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
Never fuck with herbs
My remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin the streets
Undercovers us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty baggy
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps this in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
make em react
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
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
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo frontin, you know we got cha opin

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