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 don't open 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 bitten tryin' to taste the
Paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see they
Too many rebels, not enough for me to pause
Them broads love my drawers, the finest
Criminal minded put my life behind it, you
Find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too
So I gotta you fast bitches, too many tricks
That can give a dick a bad

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 walkin' bumpin' M.O.P.
To catch a 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, metaphors come AMG
20/20 vision, comes tinted! being so high
(So high) so high so

Air it out
Iron Lung I be the soldier, ante up
Pull panties up, party's over, in the cut
Slappin' grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin'
them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul
Of the universe, stole-a, than cola
grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
Keep them cats for they gat, in stormy weather

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

Who them niggaz that be them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all (well all right 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 Doc up in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the house? (well all cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all 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 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 Conn'
For the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, on

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

Got these slim pickins on my Dickens, I pack a mac
To make your back stiffen, flip the I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning you don't listen
over shit you ain't gettin'
So finally, puttin' in work, the big
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, bad habit, can't hold his liquor
like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen (ha!)
Howin' you the pain I feel from these
Black thoughts, rooted, nowadays
They come batteries included, in wicked ways

Who them niggaz that be rollin' them thai, high as a
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
Meth no doubt! (well all right cha)
Bricks to Stat' it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (all cha)

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