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 gettin plugged
I don't give a style
Tell me jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

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

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my
Not
I bust your
Then you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
Through stereo
Spliff 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 nigga
Like the dick to balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the street
Watch the whole world 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 half
Giving me pound and grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is past
on, Hold on
You started rappin
Ever you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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

(Ramoage)
made me mad
And now I wanna shit (Uh)
I reign in this muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you a buck fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm Flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
lanes no indicator
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
When tooth shatter ya die
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who the bible for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
in God's places
of all
Now who
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the wars
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 know we blocks
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the rapper niggas
find a new home
Like Rasco
My style two-tone
Pass my blue
Here's one of the best of Busta own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas know we
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck these herbs
My remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin the streets
Undercovers follow us,
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
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
make em react
God verse
Let em know the is still black
And a fact...

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
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 know we got cha

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