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 don't open til after dark
And it ain't til '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 cause for me to pause
Them love my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal minded put my life it, you niggaz
Find it to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many
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 step in (and who the are you?)
Doc start bumpin' M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic had to go on strike
Doc did it, come AMG kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so
(So high) so high so

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

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

Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all (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 house? (well all cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad up in your 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, reception
B-Boys gather around and act
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes,
(Terminator 2) Doc after Conn'
For the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, on

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

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

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

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