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

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

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

(Spliff Starr)
run they mouth about my click
Not
I bust your
drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
Through your
Spliff Starr immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw i'm spittin it
At you and
you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to balls
Thug fluid
in the face of my music
Drop the street
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 thug
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You just started
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars soap
Sham is the
Feelin
Fiendin for
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (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 got you opin
Hit you with a buck
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm street slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay in nature
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who the bible 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 runs in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp with the force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And spread wings like Cobra
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no reason 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 defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Like jeans
My flip two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and re-analyze everything you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
Never fuck with these
My squad superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
Nigga
Dirty 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 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 we got cha opin
front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo frontin, you know we got cha opin

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