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 need cut (lady lady)

Now these doors don't til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 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, be bullshittin', I see they flaws
Too rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal minded put my life behind it, you
Find it hard to poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
That can a dick a bad sickness

Yo, yo! Yo son me?
(Yo) I'm to earn a million buck or two
The ill MC in (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin' M.O.P.
To a nigga gettin' 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 come AMG
20/20 vision, tinted! From being so high
(So high) so so high

Air it out
Iron Lung I be the street soldier, up
Pull panties up, party's over, in the cut
Slappin' grudges offa shoulder, bringin' ruck
Like them at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, bowler, soul controller
Of the universe, stole-a, colder than
Caps grab your hoodie hat, 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 keepin' a dope like Marilyn
Manson the handgun be in the paneling
Jersey drop son, watch me it like midget
Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your
(Don't nobody move) nobody start flinchin'
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 drunk as hell) and so on (well all 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 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
spark to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys around and act p-noid
Bring the T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Conn'
For the bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on

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

Got slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
To make your back stiffen, the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, y'all you don't listen
Bitchin' over you ain't gettin'
So finally, in work, the big hurt
MC, with a disease, and get it first
Enemies, my energies, four centuries of anger
me? (The field nigga!)
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and
Figure, with bad habit, hold his liquor
like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on leaves
Paragraphs, degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
Howin' you the pain I feel holdin' these
thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
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 Diggy in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo
Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all cha) yo yo
Mad up in your mouth (all night cha)

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