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 style
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
Speech
And raise the roof like
12 years done rocked through all
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the

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

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

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

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

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
in the streets system
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And pop shit
Massive and
is captive
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest rapper
Wanna a new home
Like jeans
My flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give reason to you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these
My remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
Undercovers us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black with something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the time, ya trapped
make em react
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
front, you know 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 frontin, you know we got cha opin

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