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 weed (jenny)
I need cut (lady lady)

Now doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party starts
(Yo me and my had to be in by ten
Right the fun was about 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
minded put my life behind it, you niggaz
Find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too
So I gotta you fast 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 step in (and who the are you?)
Doc start walkin' M.O.P.
To a nigga gettin' 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, metaphors come AMG
vision, comes tinted! From being so high
(So high) so high so

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

Gats, hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, a mistake, kicked 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 that whole and, piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody flinchin'
Limo driver, roll up the partition!

Who them niggaz that be rollin thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' all night (well all right cha) yeah yeah
Well who them you can call on, when you want to brawl?
(Get as hell) and so on (well all right 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 down (well all cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in mouth (hah, all night cha)

Yo and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
Snatch 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 around 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 back stiffen, 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, a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, my energies, four 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, degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
you the pain I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts, rooted, nowadays
They with batteries included, in wicked ways

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

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