Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

Hydro
(Buddha)
Hah yo, ya ya yo
I need some weed
(Lady)
All day
I need brown weed
(Jenny)
I some cut
(Lady, lady)

Now these doors don't open, til dark
(Owoo)
And it ain't 'til 'til the party really starts
(Yo, me and my had to be in by ten)
Right the fun was about to begin
Yo yo, one bitten tryin' to taste the
written kids be bullshittin' I see they flaws
Too many not enough cause for me to pause
(Haha)
Them love my shitty drawers the finest
Criminal minded put my life behind it you
Find it to swallow poison in the bottle
(She too sexy)
So I watch you fast bitches too many tricks
That can a dick a bad sickness

Yo, yo yo son me?
(Yo)
I'm tryin' to earn a buck or two
The ill MC in
(And who the are you?)
Doc walkin' bumpin' M.O.P
To catch a nigga gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da ruckus)
With the mic I men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic, had to go on strike
Doc did it metaphors come
Twenty-twenty comes tinted from being so high
(So high)
So so high

Air it out
Iron lung I be the street ante up
Pull panties up, party's over, in the cut
Slappin' grudges offa shoulder bringin' ruck
Like them wild cats at hot as fuck
Duke or sober bowler soul controller
Of the universe stole a colder than
Caps grab your hoodie hat of stat'
Keep them cats runnin' for they gat, in stormy

Gats, hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, F.O.I
Aiyyo hoe doc be a dope show like Marilyn
Manson the be stashed in the panelling
Jersey drop son watch me it like midget
Diggin' in whole plate and piss on your picnic
(Don't move)
nobody start flinchin'
Limo driver roll up the partition

Who niggaz that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' all nite
(Well all cha)
Yeah
who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get as hell)
And so on
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Is funk doc up in the
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Hot nix up in the
(Well all cha)
Bricks to hold it down
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
(Mad dick up in mouth)
(Hah, all cha)

Yo tical's and doc did it before, I'll do it
Snatch to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in
(Aiyyo we out!)
Six in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the floor at your reception
B boys gather and act p noid
Bring the trouble T roy, to earlobes,
(Terminator two)
Doc Sarah conn'
For the barrel
(Am I on?)
Tical, on

Uhh uhh on, uhh uhh on
Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh on

Got these slim pickin's on my Dickens I pack a Mac
To make your back flip the script I act different
The eyeball keep your warning y'all you don't listen
Bitchin' over shit you gettin'
So puttin' in work the big hurt
MC with a social disease and get it
Enemies feel my energies four of anger
me?
(The nigga)
Too ghetto rza, sharp, and hazardous
Figure with bad can't hold his liquor
Speed like a
(Hot nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen
(Ha)
you the pain I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts, rooted, nowadays
They come batteries included, in wicked ways

Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, as a kite?
Gettin pussy all
(Well all cha)
yeah
Well who them you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get as hell)
And so on
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Is funk diggy in the
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Meth no doubt
(Well all cha)
Bricks to stat' hold it
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Mad dick up in your
(All cha)

Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha
Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha
...