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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst Nick
To all mc thugs
Like them 4 kids
And the teacher plugged
I don't a fuck style
Tell me jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

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

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
the foul
Through your
Starr ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit i'm it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
Like the dick to your
blood fluid
Pumpin in the of my music
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
Triple beams to the
My man is half
Giving me and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is tense
on, Hold on
You started rappin
Ever since you the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow growth
the show
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 we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha 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
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(Ramoage)
made me mad
And now I clap shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap
I lost my
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine goes
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
Master and
Nigga stay massive in
When tooth shatter ya die
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the bible for
When I'm crooked eye rivals
in God's places
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs in the winter wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains with the invisible force
the ledge
Stay focused photo lens
And spread like Cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your knocks shit
Julio for no back 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 dick
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Like jeans
My style two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of Busta own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or reason to doubt you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
know we deserve
Everything up in 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 the streets
Undercovers follow us,
on the regular to bust
us
We don't get
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack something for ya gut
Wooly-type
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 em react
God attack
Let em the moon is still 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 stop frontin, you we got cha opin

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