Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

Now these doors don't open til after
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 enough for me to pause
broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal minded put my life it, you niggaz
Find it to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
That can give a dick a bad

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 walkin' bumpin' M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) the mic I blast men on sight
So off the Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors AMG kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted! 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
grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin' ruck
Like Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
Of the universe, stole-a, colder than
Caps grab hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
them cats 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 show like Marilyn
Manson the handgun be in the paneling
Jersey drop son, watch me it like midget
Diggin in that whole plate and, 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' 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 (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad up in your mouth (hah, all night cha)

Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, 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
the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah
For the barrel (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 distance, warning y'all you don't listen
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
me? (The field 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 pain I feel from holdin'
thoughts, deep 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 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 hold it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (all cha)

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