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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
them 4 little kids
And the teacher plugged
I give a fuck style
Tell me jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl rhyme spit
Speech
And raise the roof like
12 years done through all phases
your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
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 to your balls
Thug fluid
in the face of my music
Drop the street
Watch the world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is half
Giving me pound and grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your is past tense
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever since you the shit
We wit it's platinum
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more than soap
Sham is the
invain
Fiendin for
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

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
front, you know we got cha opin 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)
made me mad
And now I wanna clap (Uh)
I reign supreme in this rap shit
I my mind
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a buck
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I leave your broken
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm reppin
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
don't hide

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the savage 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 cold in the winter
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the force
the ledge
Stay like photo lens
And spread wings like heads
Till I'm old and

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
in the streets system
All in jeep knocks shit
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
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
Make of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like Rasco
My style flip
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could 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
know we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
fuck with these herbs
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin the streets
Undercovers us, stress
on the regular to bust
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty baggy
Black napsack something for ya gut
skully
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 make em
God attack
Let em know the moon is still
And a fact...

front, you know 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
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 niggas
Yeah, word
Flipmode, Buckshot
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!