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

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst like
To all them mc
Like them 4 kids
And the gettin plugged
I don't give a fuck
me come jiggy
I rock kix and
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

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

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

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky rings
Triple to the club
My man is half
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on clik
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more bars than
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Yo, frontin, you know 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 wanna shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave face broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My goes bang
I'm street slang
I'm Flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga hide

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
When tooth shatter ya die
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 ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay focused photo lens
And spread wings like 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 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 all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest rapper
find a new home
Like Rasco
My style flip
my blue chrome
Here's one of the of Busta Rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you could out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or reason to doubt you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck these herbs
My squad remains

(Buckshot)
(Heh) thru the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We don't get
Nigga
Dirty baggy
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God verse
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
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha
Don't front, you we got cha opin, yo
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you we got cha opin

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