Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

Now these doors don't open til after
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really
(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, kids be bullshittin', I see flaws
Too rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal minded put my behind it, you niggaz
it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
That can a dick a bad sickness

Yo, yo! Yo son me?
(Yo) I'm tryin' to a million buck or two
The ill MC step in (and who the are you?)
Doc start walkin' M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on
(Da Ruckus!) the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, come AMG kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted! From so high
(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' grudges offa niggaz shoulder, ruck
them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, bowler, soul controller
Of the universe, stole-a, colder than
grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
Keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy

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

Who them niggaz 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, when you want to
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all cha) yo yo
Is Doc up in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the (well all right cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all cha)

Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it
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
B-Boys around and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes,
(Terminator 2) Doc after Conn'
For the bonds (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, the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning you don't listen
Bitchin' over shit you ain't
So finally, in work, the big hurt
MC, with a social disease, and get it
Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of
me? (The field nigga!)
Too Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and hazardous
Figure, with bad habit, can't his liquor
like 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
thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
They with batteries included, in wicked ways

Who them niggaz that be rollin' thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all right cha) 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 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 dick up in your mouth (all cha)

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