Luyện nghe bài hát Well All Rite Cha

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

Now these doors don't open til after
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really
(Yo me and my had to be in by ten
before the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws to taste the
Paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see they
Too many rebels, not cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the
Criminal minded put my behind it, you niggaz
it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta you fast bitches, too many tricks
That can give a a bad sickness

Yo, yo! Yo son me?
(Yo) I'm tryin' to earn a million or two
The ill MC in (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin' 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 Atlantic had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors AMG kitted
vision, comes tinted! From being so high
(So high) so high so

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

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

Who niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night (well all right cha) 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 Doc up in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo
Hot Nix up in the (well all right cha)
Bricks to hold it down (well all right 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 drop in ten seconds,
I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding
gather around and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes,
(Terminator 2) Doc Sarah Conn'
For the bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on

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

Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I a mac
To make your stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep distance, warning y'all you don't listen
Bitchin' 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 of anger
me? (The field nigga!)
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA Sharp, and
Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his
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 niggaz that be rollin' them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' all night (well all right cha) yeah 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 Diggy in the house? (well all right cha) yo yo
Diggy no doubt! (well all right cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in mouth (all night cha)

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