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 a fuck style
Tell me come
I kix and swishees
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
uncoothe
And raise the roof Lukas
12 years done rocked all phases
Watch your scream the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I your bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
Spliff the
Through your
Spliff Starr ignorant
I'm it
Money, fast car, broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw i'm spittin it
At you and
Make you the pain nigga
Like the to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the street
Watch the whole rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky rings
beams to the club
My man is half
Giving me pound and holdin
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit it's
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
Sham is the
invain
Fiendin for
(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
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
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

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

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
lanes no indicator
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga massive in nature
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye with
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay like photo lens
And spread wings Cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep knocks
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
Lyrics
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like Rasco
My flip two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of Busta own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
Everything up in your and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
fuck with these herbs
My remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the
Undercovers us, stress
on the regular to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

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

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