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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst Nick
To all them mc
them 4 little kids
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 raise the like Lukas
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw i'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
Like the dick to your
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the street
Watch the whole world to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is half
Giving me and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is tense
on, Hold on
You just rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit it's
Slow your
the show
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 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
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
made me mad
And now I clap shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My goes bang
I'm talkin street
I'm Flipmode
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
When tooth shatter ya die
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay focused like lens
And spread wings like heads
I'm old and dead

(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
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Rasco jeans
My style two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My rhymes on the
know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
fuck with these herbs
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
Undercovers follow us,
on the regular to bust
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the time, ya trapped
make em react
God attack
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
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, life
Mad opin
Yeah, word
Flipmode, Buckshot
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!