Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

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

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 walkin' M.O.P
To catch a gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da ruckus)
the mic I blast men on sight
So off the Atlantic, Bell had to go on strike
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 them panties up, over, in the cut
Slappin' grudges niggaz shoulder bringin' ruck
Like them wild cats at hot as fuck
Duke or sober bowler soul controller
Of the stole a colder than cola
Caps grab hoodie hat island of stat'
Keep cats runnin' for they gat, in stormy weather

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

Who them that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all
(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 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
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm it in
(Aiyyo we out!)
Six in ten seconds, what?
be the first one on the floor at your wedding reception
B boys gather around and act p
Bring the T roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator two)
Doc after 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 on my Charles Dickens I pack a Mac
To your back stiffen flip the script I act different
The eyeball your distance warning y'all you don't listen
Bitchin' over shit you ain't
So finally puttin' in the big hurt
MC with a disease and get it first
Enemies my energies four centuries of anger
me?
(The nigga)
Too ghetto fabulous rza, sharp, and
Figure with bad habit can't hold his
like 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'
Black thoughts, rooted, nowadays
They come with batteries included, in wicked

Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, as a kite?
pussy 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 funk diggy in the
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Meth diggy no
(Well all cha)
Bricks to stat' it down
(Well all cha)
Yo yo
Mad dick up in mouth
(All cha)

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