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 need cut (lady lady)

Now these doors don't til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party 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 rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them love my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal minded put my life it, you niggaz
Find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too
So I gotta watch you bitches, too many tricks
can give a dick a bad sickness

Yo, yo! Yo son me?
(Yo) I'm tryin' to earn a buck or two
The ill MC in (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin' M.O.P.
To a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on
Doc did it, come AMG kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so
(So high) so so high

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

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

Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all cha) yeah 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 Doc up in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the house? (well all cha)
to Stat' hold 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
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds,
I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding
B-Boys gather and act p-noid
the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc Sarah Conn'
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 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, puttin' in work, the big
MC, with a social disease, and get it
Enemies, my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? (The nigga!)
Too Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and hazardous
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!)
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' all night (well all right cha) yeah yeah
who them cats you can call on, when you want 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 down (well all cha) yo yo
Mad up in your mouth (all night cha)

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