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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the like Nick
To all mc thugs
Like them 4 little
And the teacher gettin
I don't a fuck style
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl 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 bust your
drop you upon 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, fast car, fine broads,
I'm it (that's right)
Raw i'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
Like the dick to balls
Thug blood
in the face of my music
Drop the street
the whole 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 thug
Giving me pound and grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is tense
on, Hold on
You just started
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more than soap
is the name
Feelin
Fiendin for
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

Don't front, you know we got cha 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
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas 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 ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a buck
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I leave your face
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 hide

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

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no reason back the
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
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest rapper
Wanna find a new
Rasco jeans
My style two-tone
Pass my chrome
one of the best of Busta Rhymes own
My debut 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 everything about you
My rhymes on the
know we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never with these herbs
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God attack
Let em the moon is still black
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 know we got cha

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