Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

Now these doors don't open til after
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 jabberjaws tryin' to taste the
Paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see flaws
Too rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads my shitty drawers, 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 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 fuck are you?)
Doc start bumpin' M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG
20/20 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
Slappin' grudges offa niggaz shoulder, ruck
Like them at Villanova, hot as fuck!
or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
Of the universe, stole-a, colder than
grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
Keep them cats runnin for they gat, in weather

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

Who them niggaz be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
pussy all night (well all right cha) yeah yeah
Well who cats you can call on, when you want to brawl?
(Get as hell) and so on (well all right cha) yo yo
Is Doc up in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the (well all right cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all cha)

Yo and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
spark to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys gather and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes,
(Terminator 2) Doc Sarah Conn'
For the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, on

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

Got slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
To make your stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep distance, warning y'all you don't listen
Bitchin' over you ain't gettin'
So finally, in work, the big hurt
MC, with a disease, and get it first
Enemies, my energies, four centuries of anger
me? (The field nigga!)
Too Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and hazardous
Figure, with bad habit, can't his liquor
like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose
Paragraphs, degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
you the pain I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts, rooted, nowadays
They come batteries included, in wicked ways

Who them that be rollin' them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all (well all right cha) yeah yeah
Well who them cats you can call on, when you want to
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all cha) yo yo
Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all cha) yo yo
Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all 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