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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the like Nick
To all them mc
Like them 4 little
And the teacher plugged
I give a fuck style
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty girl spit mucous
Speech
And raise the roof Lukas
12 years done rocked through all
Watch your peeps the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
Through stereo
Spliff Starr ignorant
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 blood
in the face of my music
Drop the street
the whole world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky rings
Triple to the club
My man is half
Giving me pound and holdin
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is tense
on, Hold on
You started rappin
since you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
Sham is the
invain
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
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, stop frontin, you 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 wanna shit (Uh)
I supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
lanes no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the bible for basics?
I'm crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in God's
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp the invisible force
Know the
Stay like photo lens
And spread like Cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And pop shit
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
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 flip
Pass my blue
Here's one of the best of Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or reason to doubt you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
know we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
fuck with these herbs
My squad remains

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

Collapse, perhaps this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God verse
Let em know the moon is 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 frontin, ya know we got cha opin
front, you know 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, word
Mad niggas
Yeah, word
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!