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

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

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

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I bust your
drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
the foul
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
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
the street 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 beams to the
My man is thug
Giving me pound and grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is tense
Hold on, on
You just rappin
Ever since you the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow your
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you more bars than soap
Sham is the
invain
Fiendin for
(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
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
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm talkin street
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga stay in nature
When tooth ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the bible for
When I'm crooked eye rivals
Horizontal in God's
of all
Now who
on the draw
a paw
For ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
the ledge
Stay focused like photo
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 knocks
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like jeans
My style two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
Buck em react
God verse
Let em know the moon is still
And a fact...

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

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