Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

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

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

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

Gats, right hook, uppercut how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, F.O.I
Aiyyo hoe doc be keepin a dope show 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)
Don't nobody flinchin'
Limo roll up the fuckin' partition

Who niggaz that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' all nite
(Well all cha)
Yeah
Well who 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 stat' it down
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
(Mad dick up in mouth)
(Hah, all cha)

Yo and doc did it before, I'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm it in
(Aiyyo we out!)
Six drop in ten seconds,
I'll be the first one on the floor at your wedding
B gather around 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 back stiffen flip the script I act different
The eyeball keep your distance warning y'all you listen
over shit you ain't gettin'
So finally puttin' in work the big
MC with a social and get it first
Enemies feel my energies four centuries of
me?
(The nigga)
Too ghetto rza, sharp, and hazardous
Figure bad habit can't hold his liquor
Speed like a
(Hot nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on leaves
Paragraphs, degrees, my pen bleed
(Ha)
Showin' you the pain I feel from these
Black thoughts, deep rooted,
They come batteries included, in wicked ways

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

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