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

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

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

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
Spliff the
Through stereo
Spliff Starr ignorant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw i'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
Like the to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the of my music
the street shit
Watch the whole rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky rings
beams to the club
My man is thug
Giving me pound and grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your is past tense
Hold on, on
You just started
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow your
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars soap
Sham is the
invain
for dope
(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
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha 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)
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 fuckin wig
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My goes bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm Flipmode
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the bible for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in God's
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And spread wings like Cobra
I'm old and dead

(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
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my dick
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 flip two-tone
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 give reason to you
I study shit and re-analyze everything you
My rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
fuck with these herbs
My remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
Undercovers us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God verse
Let em know the moon is still
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
Don't front, you 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, word
Mad niggas
Yeah, word
Flipmode, Buckshot
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!