Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

Time to get ya
What ya think
Time to get ya
What ya think

I already told ya niggaz
Shit I showed y'all
When I ya niggaz
This how I sold ya
Bitch if ya put in a fight
Here me it
I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and
Spare rhymes and rough get it done tighter
I stay you cut the war underwear
hold ya back nigga cause ya shystie
When my blood start bubblin I get
with cyanide
hard if somebody try to bite me
Scratchy, flows across hypely
Closer than fuckin icy
my level is highly unlikely
Precisely I'm the king I be
Why in the sam would you take it upon yourself to ever try me
Got be suffering some type of or malfunction
You don't want this situation to get both dangerous and
Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big
On top of things running shit why you going under
If I take your ass on track it'll probably defeat the purpose
Cause that half ass material you out
probably ain't gone surface
You harmless, you couldn't blow the up
keep up the pace I set
I'll whoop ass with my warm-ups
Entertainer rap and performer
Map located on the southern
I'm making the way like they at a
get fitted for graves for going for brave
When them bullets get
So I no hangman no gang bang
Shit, I'm trying to things
We stuck on the thang
Stealing from Les Unplauge
I can go back to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge
Blunts and roll like M1s tasers
weed all the way to the bank
Nigga the fuck you think

What cha thank

Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad serving their purpose
videos and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, herb
Walking this throughout your suburb
Got young switching suburbans
The tempo I run when I run around a tortoise
Your mom say run when I hear they
ta get titty slick and they pussies murdered
Low dirty
Big old niggaz burn down the to make million dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit your business
I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin down
there til I
If I cut ya down I'm make you look bad
I'm gone make them at you
the way they look at the back of a dog's ass
Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like
Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches pelicans
Playa are of no relevance
I'm striving on
And changing them elements
If you was up to my I'd probably wail all on ya
But you ain't bitch you bumb don't tell on ya
What the fuck you think its time to up
And profit off the shit we
Rode the band BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL
Nigga next to me shit be seeming fake
You bests to move fucking finger
While I my piece off the tank cake
Move them mothafuckas show me your mean face
But stick your fingers in mothafucking ears
Cause niggaz be dropping some mean bass
Cause it ain't gone be no more me
It ain't no limit to these young black
ask that Master P
It has to pe the if ya ask me man
Ya'll niggaz know ya hang
Nigga, what the you think

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