Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

Now these don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve the party really starts
(Yo me and my had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was to begin)
Yo yo one bitten tryin' to taste the
Paper written, be bullshittin', I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not enough for me to pause
Them broads my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal put my life behind it, you niggaz
Find it hard to poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too tricks
That can give a dick a bad

Yo, yo! Yo son me?
(Yo) I'm to earn a million buck 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!) With the mic I men on sight
So off the hook 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 I be the street soldier, ante up
them panties up, party's over, in the cut
Slappin' grudges offa niggaz shoulder, ruck
Like Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul
Of the universe, stole-a, than cola
Caps grab your hat, Island of Stat'
Keep cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather

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

Who them that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all right cha) 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 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 dick up in your (hah, all night 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 floor at your, wedding
B-Boys gather and act p-noid
Bring the T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc Sarah Conn'
For the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, on

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

Got these slim on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
To make your back stiffen, flip the script I act
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you listen
Bitchin' 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 Ghetto Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and
Figure, with bad habit, can't his liquor
Speed a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen (ha!)
you the pain I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts, rooted, nowadays
They come with included, in wicked ways

Who them niggaz 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, 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 (all night cha)

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