Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

Hydro (buddha!)
Hah yo ya ya yo!
I need 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 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my had to be in by ten
Right the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws tryin' to the
Paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see they
Too many rebels, not cause for me to pause
Them love 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 gotta watch you bitches, too many tricks
That can a dick a bad sickness

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 start walkin' M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gassed, puttin' ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on
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 high so

Air it out
Iron Lung I be the soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, 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
Caps your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
Keep them runnin for they gat, in stormy weather

Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I your eye
dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
Aiyyo hoe! Doc be a dope show like Marilyn
Manson the handgun be in the paneling
Jersey son, watch me whip it like midget
Diggin in that whole 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, high as a
Gettin' pussy all night (well all right cha) yeah
Well who them you can call on, when you want to brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all cha) yo yo
Is Funk Doc up in the (well all right cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the house? (well all cha)
Bricks to Stat' it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in mouth (hah, all night cha)

Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, do it again
Snatch to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds,
I'll be the first one on the floor at your, reception
B-Boys gather and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes,
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah
For the barrel (Am I on?) Tical, you're on

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

Got slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
To make your back stiffen, flip the script I act
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning you don't listen
Bitchin' over shit you ain't
So finally, puttin' in work, the big
MC, with a social disease, and get it
Enemies, feel my energies, four of anger
Remember me? (The nigga!)
Too Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and hazardous
Figure, bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen (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, when you 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)
to Stat' hold it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad up in your mouth (all night cha)

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