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 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 tryin' to taste the
Paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see they
Too many rebels, not enough for me to pause
broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
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 tricks
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 walkin' bumpin' 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 had to go on strike
Doc did it, come AMG kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted! being so high
(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 shoulder, bringin' ruck
them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul
Of the universe, stole-a, colder cola
Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of
Keep cats runnin for they 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 be stashed in the paneling
Jersey drop son, me whip it like midget
Diggin in that plate and, piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody flinchin'
Limo driver, roll up the partition!

Who niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all (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 (well all right cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the (well all right cha)
to Stat' 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, do it again
spark to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the at your, wedding reception
gather around and act p-noid
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 pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
To make your back stiffen, flip the script I act
The eyeball, keep your distance, y'all you don't listen
over shit you ain't gettin'
So finally, in work, the big hurt
MC, with a disease, and get it first
Enemies, my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? (The nigga!)
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and
Figure, bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen (ha!)
Howin' you the I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts, rooted, nowadays
They come with batteries included, in wicked

Who them niggaz that be rollin' them thai, as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all cha) yeah yeah
Well who them you can call on, when you want 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' it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in mouth (all night cha)

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