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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the like Nick
To all mc thugs
them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin
I give a fuck style
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty girl rhyme spit
Speech
And the roof like Lukas
12 done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then drop you the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
the foul
Through stereo
Spliff ignorant 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
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the of my music
Drop the street
the whole world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky glowin
beams to the club
My man is thug
Giving me and holdin grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on clik
Your is past tense
on, Hold on
You just started
Ever you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow growth
the show
Go at you
Hit you with more than soap
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I clap shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a buck
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I your face broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm reppin
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
don't hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
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 loved ones blood runs in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
Know the
Stay like photo lens
And spread wings like heads
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
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 of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like jeans
My style flip
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give to doubt you
I shit 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 on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with herbs
My remains superb

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

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God attack
Let em know the moon is 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 know we got cha
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 opin
Yeah, word
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!