Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

Now these doors don't open, til dark
(Owoo)
And it 'til twelve '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 rebels not enough cause for me to
(Haha)
Them broads 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 gotta watch you fast bitches too many
That can a dick 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 walkin' M.O.P
To catch a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on
(Da ruckus)
With the mic I blast men on
So off the hook Atlantic, Bell had to go on
Doc did it metaphors come
Twenty-twenty vision comes tinted being so high
(So high)
So so high

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

Gats, hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, 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 me whip it like midget
Diggin' in that whole and piss on your picnic
(Don't move)
Don't nobody start
Limo driver up the fuckin' partition

Who them that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite?
pussy all nite
(Well all cha)
Yeah
Well who them cats you can call on, when you 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)
to stat' hold 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 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 pickin's on my Charles 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 in work the big hurt
MC with a social disease and get it
Enemies my energies four centuries of anger
me?
(The nigga)
Too fabulous rza, sharp, and hazardous
Figure bad habit can't hold his liquor
Speed a millipede
(Hot nix-on)
the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, degrees, my pen bleed
(Ha)
Showin' you the I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts, rooted, nowadays
They with batteries included, in wicked ways

Who them niggaz that be rollin thai, high as a kite?
Gettin all nite
(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 diggy in the house?
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Meth no doubt
(Well all cha)
to stat' hold it down
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Mad dick up in mouth
(All cha)

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