Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

Hydro (buddha!)
Hah yo ya ya yo!
I some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown (jenny)
I some cut (lady lady)

Now these doors don't open til after
And it ain't til twelve 'til the really starts
(Yo me and my had to be in by ten
before the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws to taste the
Paper written, be bullshittin', I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to
Them broads love my drawers, the finest
Criminal minded put my life behind it, you
it hard 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 to earn a million buck or two
The ill MC in (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start bumpin' M.O.P.
To a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on
So off the hook Atlantic had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG
vision, comes tinted! From being so high
(So high) so so high

Air it out
Iron Lung I be the street soldier, up
them panties up, party's over, in the cut
Slappin' offa niggaz shoulder, bringin' ruck
Like Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, bowler, soul controller
Of the universe, stole-a, colder cola
Caps your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
Keep cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather

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

Who them niggaz that be rollin thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' all night (well all right cha) yeah yeah
Well who them you can call on, when you want to brawl?
(Get as hell) and so on (well all right cha) yo yo
Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the house? (well all cha)
Bricks to hold it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in mouth (hah, all night 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
gather around and act p-noid
Bring the T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Conn'
For the barrel (Am I on?) Tical, you're on

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

Got these slim pickins on my 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' shit you ain't gettin'
So finally, in work, the big hurt
MC, with a disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies, centuries of anger
Remember me? (The nigga!)
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and
Figure, with bad habit, hold his liquor
Speed a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen (ha!)
Howin' you the pain I feel holdin' these
thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
They come batteries included, in wicked ways

Who them niggaz that be rollin' them thai, as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all cha) yeah yeah
Well who cats you can call on, when you want to brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all cha) yo yo
Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all cha) yo yo
Diggy no doubt! (well all right cha)
Bricks to hold it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in your (all night cha)

Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha