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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the like Nick
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 rhyme spit mucous
uncoothe
And the roof like Lukas
12 years done through all phases
Watch your peeps the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff Starr ignorant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit i'm it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
the dick to your balls
Thug fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the shit
the whole world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky rings
Triple to the club
My man is thug
Giving me and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your is past tense
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever since you the shit
We fuckin wit it's
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
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
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (Uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap
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 with a fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm talkin street
I'm Flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga don't

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

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And pop shit
Massive and
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 most of the wackest rapper
Wanna find a new
Like Rasco
My flip two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the 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 to doubt you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
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 these herbs
My squad superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
Undercovers follow us,
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
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 moon is still
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
front, you know we got cha opin, yo
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

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