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

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

Dirty girl spit mucous
uncoothe
And raise the like Lukas
12 done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I bust your
Then you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
the foul
Through your
Starr ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit i'm it
At you and
Make you the pain nigga
Like the dick to balls
blood fluid
Pumpin in the 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 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 past
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you heard the
We wit it's platinum
Slow growth
the show
Go at you
Hit you more bars than soap
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
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, 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 can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
don't hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
lanes no indicator
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga massive in nature
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the bible for
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay focused like 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 jeep shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
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 flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of Busta own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
fuck with these herbs
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God attack
Let em know the is still black
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 frontin, ya know we got cha opin
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, life
Mad opin
Yeah, life
Flipmode, Buckshot
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!