Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

Now these doors don't open, til after
(Owoo)
And it ain't 'til 'til the party really starts
(Yo, me and my had to be in by ten)
Right before the fun was about to
Yo yo, one bitten jabberjaws to taste the
Paper written kids be bullshittin' I see flaws
Too many rebels not enough cause for me to
(Haha)
Them broads love my shitty the finest
Criminal minded put my behind it you niggaz
Find it to swallow poison in the bottle
(She too sexy)
So I watch you fast bitches too many tricks
That can give a 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 a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da ruckus)
With the mic I men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic, Bell had to go on
Doc did it metaphors come
Twenty-twenty vision comes tinted from so high
(So high)
So high so

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

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

Who them 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 doc up in the house?
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Hot nix up in the
(Well all cha)
Bricks to hold it down
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
(Mad up in your 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 in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the one on the floor at your wedding reception
B boys gather and act p noid
the trouble T roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator two)
Doc after Sarah
For the barrel
(Am I on?)
Tical, on

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

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

Who them niggaz that be them thai, high as a kite?
pussy all nite
(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 diggy in the house?
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
diggy no doubt
(Well all cha)
Bricks to hold it down
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Mad dick up in your
(All cha)

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