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 some cut
(Lady, lady)

Now these doors open, til after dark
(Owoo)
And it ain't 'til twelve 'til the party 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
Paper written kids be bullshittin' I see they
Too rebels not enough cause for me to pause
(Haha)
Them broads love my drawers the finest
Criminal minded put my behind it you niggaz
Find it to swallow poison in the bottle
(She too sexy)
So I gotta 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 million or two
The ill MC in
(And who the are you?)
Doc start bumpin' M.O.P
To catch a 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 tinted from being so high
(So high)
So high so

Air it out
lung I be the street soldier ante up
Pull them panties up, over, in the cut
Slappin' grudges offa niggaz shoulder bringin'
Like them wild cats at hot as fuck
Duke or sober suave bowler soul
Of the universe stole a colder cola
Caps your hoodie hat island of stat'
Keep them cats runnin' for they gat, in weather

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

Who niggaz that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite?
pussy all nite
(Well all cha)
Yeah
Well who them cats you can call on, 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 tical's and doc did it before, do it again
spark 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 wedding
B boys gather and act p noid
Bring the trouble T roy, to earlobes,
(Terminator two)
Doc after Sarah
For the bonds
(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 Charles I pack a Mac
To make your back flip the script I act different
The keep your distance warning y'all you don't listen
over shit you ain't gettin'
So finally puttin' in work the big
MC with a social and get it first
feel my energies four centuries of anger
me?
(The nigga)
Too ghetto rza, sharp, and hazardous
Figure with bad habit can't his liquor
Speed like a
(Hot nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen
(Ha)
you the pain I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts, deep rooted,
They with 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 cats you can 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
diggy no doubt
(Well all cha)
Bricks to stat' hold it
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Mad dick up in mouth
(All cha)

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