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 brown (jenny)
I some cut (lady lady)

Now these doors don't open til after
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really
(Yo me and my had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was to begin)
Yo yo one bitten tryin' to taste the
Paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see they
Too many rebels, not enough for me to pause
Them broads my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal minded put my behind it, you niggaz
it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you bitches, too many tricks
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 fuck are you?)
Doc walkin' bumpin' M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gettin' gassed, ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on
So off the Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG
20/20 vision, comes tinted! From so high
(So high) so high so

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

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

Who niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' all night (well all right 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 Doc up in the house? (well all cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the (well all right cha)
Bricks to Stat' it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in mouth (hah, all night 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?
be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes,
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah
For the barrel (Am I on?) Tical, you're on

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

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

Who niggaz that be rollin' them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all cha) yeah yeah
Well who them cats you can call on, you want to brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all cha) yo yo
Is Funk Diggy in the (well all right 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 mouth (all cha)

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