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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
Like them 4 little
And the teacher gettin
I don't give a fuck
Tell me jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl spit mucous
uncoothe
And raise the roof like
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
run they mouth about my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then drop you upon the
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
the foul
Through stereo
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine 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 balls
blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
the street shit
Watch the whole world to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky glowin
beams to the club
My man is thug
Giving me pound and grudge
my shit
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is past
on, Hold on
You just started
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars soap
Sham is the
Feelin
for dope
(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
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha 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 clap (Uh)
I reign supreme in this rap shit
I lost my
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you a buck fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

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

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the system
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
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
Make most of the wackest niggas
Wanna a new home
Like Rasco
My style flip
Pass my chrome
one of the best of Busta Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
up in your stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck with herbs
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the
Undercovers us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black napsack something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the time, ya trapped
Buck make em
God attack
Let em know the moon is still
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 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 stop frontin, you know we got cha

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