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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the like Nick
To all them mc
them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin
I don't give a style
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

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

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

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
rings glowin
Triple to the club
My man is half
Giving me pound and grudge
my shit
So I can put a on your clik
style is past tense
Hold on, 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 than soap
is the name
Feelin
Fiendin for
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I clap shit (Uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
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 and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm street slang
I'm reppin
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the bible for
When I'm crooked eye with
in God's places
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused photo lens
And spread wings like heads
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
in the streets 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
is captive
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest niggas
Wanna find a new
Rasco jeans
My style flip
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or reason to doubt you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
know we deserve
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never with these herbs
My squad superb

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

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the time, ya trapped
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
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 frontin, you know we got cha opin

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