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 gettin plugged
I don't a fuck style
Tell me come
I kix and swishees
Coppin wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
uncoothe
And raise the roof Lukas
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I bust your
drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
the foul
Through your
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 feel the nigga
the dick 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 totein
rings glowin
Triple beams to the
My man is half
Giving me pound and grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on clik
style is past tense
Hold on, on
You just rappin
Ever you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow growth
Stop the
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 we got cha opin kid
front, you know 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
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I your face broken
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm Flipmode
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga don't

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

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no reason back the
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new
Like Rasco
My style two-tone
Pass my blue
Here's one of the best of Busta own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or reason to doubt you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas know we
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 get enough
Nigga
baggy jeans
Black with something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the time, ya trapped
Buck em react
God verse
Let em know the moon is black
And a fact...

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

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