Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

Now these doors open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve the party really starts
(Yo me and my had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was to begin)
Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws to taste the
Paper written, be bullshittin', I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the
Criminal minded put my behind it, you niggaz
Find it hard to poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many
That can give a 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 start bumpin' M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gettin' gassed, ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on
Doc did it, come AMG kitted
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' 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 grab hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
Keep them cats runnin for gat, in stormy weather

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

Who them that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all right cha) 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 Doc up in the house? (well all cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the (well all right cha)
Bricks to hold it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all cha)

Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it
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, reception
B-Boys gather and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes,
(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 your back stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, y'all you don't listen
Bitchin' shit you ain't gettin'
So finally, in work, the big hurt
MC, a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies, four 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)
Contemplate the non-fiction on leaves
Paragraphs, degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
Howin' you the pain I feel holdin' these
Black thoughts, deep rooted,
They with batteries included, in wicked ways

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

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