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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst Nick
To all them mc
Like them 4 little
And the gettin plugged
I don't give a fuck
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's

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

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
the foul
Through your
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 the pain nigga
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
in the face of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the world rock to it
Squad!!!

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

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

(Ramoage)
made me mad
And now I wanna shit (Uh)
I supreme in this 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 got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm street slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

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

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Rasco jeans
My style two-tone
Pass my blue
one of the best of Busta Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and everything about you
My on the preserve
know we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these
My squad superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty baggy
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps this in the raps
In the long time, ya
make em react
God verse
Let em know the 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 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 opin
Yeah, word
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!