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 some cut (lady lady)

Now these doors don't til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the really starts
(Yo me and my had to be in by ten
before the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo one jabberjaws tryin' to taste the
Paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see flaws
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to
Them broads my shitty drawers, the finest
minded put my life behind it, you niggaz
Find it hard to swallow in the bottle, she too sexy
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 a million buck or two
The ill MC in (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin' M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on
(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, tinted! From being so high
(So high) so so high

Air it out
Iron Lung I be the soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, over, in the cut
Slappin' grudges offa shoulder, bringin' 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 how I left your eye
dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
Aiyyo hoe! Doc be a dope show like Marilyn
the handgun be stashed in the paneling
Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like
in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't start flinchin'
Limo driver, roll up the partition!

Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, as a kite?
Gettin' all night (well all right cha) yeah yeah
Well who them cats you can 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 (hah, all night cha)

Yo and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act
Bring the T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc Sarah Conn'
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 make your stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't
over shit you ain't gettin'
So finally, in work, the big hurt
MC, a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, my energies, four centuries 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 loose
Paragraphs, degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
you the pain I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts, deep rooted,
They come with included, in wicked ways

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

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