Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

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

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 gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da ruckus)
With the mic I men on sight
So off the Atlantic, Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it metaphors come
Twenty-twenty vision tinted from being so high
(So high)
So so high

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

Gats, right hook, swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, F.O.I
Aiyyo hoe doc be a dope show like Marilyn
the handgun be stashed in the panelling
Jersey drop son me whip it like midget
in that whole plate and piss on your picnic
(Don't move)
Don't start flinchin'
Limo roll up the fuckin' partition

Who them niggaz be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite?
pussy 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)
to stat' hold 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 reception
B gather around and act p noid
the trouble T roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator two)
Doc Sarah conn'
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 your back stiffen flip the script I act different
The eyeball keep your distance warning you don't listen
Bitchin' shit you ain't gettin'
So puttin' in work the big hurt
MC with a social and get it first
Enemies feel my energies four centuries of
me?
(The nigga)
Too ghetto fabulous rza, sharp, and
Figure with bad habit can't hold his
Speed a millipede
(Hot nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose
Paragraphs, degrees, my pen bleed
(Ha)
Showin' you the pain I feel from holdin'
thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
They with batteries included, in wicked ways

Who them niggaz be rollin them 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
diggy no doubt
(Well all cha)
Bricks to stat' it down
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Mad dick up in your
(All cha)

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