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

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

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
uncoothe
And raise the roof like
12 years rocked through all phases
your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my
Not
I bust your
Then drop you upon the
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
Spliff the
Through your
Spliff ignorant 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
Like the to your balls
Thug fluid
in the face of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the whole world to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky rings
Triple beams to the
My man is thug
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
Your is past tense
on, Hold on
You just started
Ever you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with more than soap
Sham is the
Feelin
Fiendin for
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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

(Ramoage)
made me mad
And now I clap shit (Uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
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
Here's a
is smokin
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 talkin slang
I'm reppin
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga don't

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
Master and
stay massive in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
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 with the force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And spread like Cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the system
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
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 wackest rapper
Wanna find a new
Like Rasco
My style two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or reason to doubt you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
Buck em react
God verse
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 stop frontin, you know we got cha

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