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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst Nick
To all mc thugs
Like them 4 little
And the teacher gettin
I give a fuck style
Tell me come
I rock kix and
moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's

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

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then drop you the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
the foul
Through stereo
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit i'm it
At you and
Make you the pain nigga
Like the dick to balls
blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
the street shit
Watch the world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky rings
beams to the club
My man is half
Giving me and holdin grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever you heard the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you more 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 know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha 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)
Niggas me mad
And now I clap shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap
I my mind
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin slang
I'm Flipmode
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
Landlord
lanes no indicator
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye with
in God's places
of all
Now who
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp the invisible force
Know the
Stay focused like photo
And wings like Cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your knocks shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
find a new home
Like Rasco
My flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of Busta own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
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 lyrics on the and the re-verbs
fuck with these herbs
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We get enough
Nigga
baggy jeans
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

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

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
Yo stop frontin, ya we got cha opin
Don't front, you we got cha opin, yo
front, you know 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 opin
Yeah, life
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!