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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
them 4 little kids
And the gettin plugged
I don't a fuck style
Tell me jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
uncoothe
And the roof like Lukas
12 years done through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then drop you upon the
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
the foul
Through stereo
Spliff Starr ignorant
I'm it
Money, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit i'm it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
Like the to your balls
Thug fluid
in the face of my music
Drop the street
Watch the whole rock to it
Squad!!!

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

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

(Ramoage)
made me mad
And now I clap shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap
I lost my
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 a buck fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm talkin street
I'm reppin
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
Master and
Nigga stay in nature
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the bible for
When I'm crooked eye with
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 the invisible force
Know the
Stay like photo lens
And wings like Cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the streets
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
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 find a new
Like jeans
My flip two-tone
Pass my chrome
one of the best of Busta Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
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 rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck these herbs
My remains superb

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

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God attack
Let em know the moon is black
And a fact...

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

Huh, word
Mad niggas
Yeah, word
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!