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 these doors don't open til after
And it ain't til twelve 'til the 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
written, kids 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 behind it, you
Find it hard to poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you bitches, too many tricks
can give a dick a bad sickness

Yo, yo! Yo son me?
(Yo) I'm to earn a million buck 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 Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG
vision, comes tinted! From being so high
(So high) so so high

Air it out
Iron I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them up, party's over, in the cut
Slappin' grudges offa niggaz shoulder, ruck
Like 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 they gat, in weather

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

Who them niggaz be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all right cha) yeah
Well who cats 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 up in your 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 drop in ten seconds,
I'll be the one on the floor at your, wedding reception
gather around and act p-noid
Bring the T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah
For the bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on

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

Got these slim pickins on my Dickens, I pack a mac
To your back stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning 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, four 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 non-fiction on leaves
Paragraphs, degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
you the pain I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts, deep rooted,
They come with batteries included, in wicked

Who them that be rollin' them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all cha) yeah 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 Diggy in the house? (well all cha) yo yo
Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all cha)
Bricks to Stat' it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad up in your mouth (all night cha)

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