Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

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

I already done told ya
Shit I showed y'all
I slaughtered ya niggaz
This how I ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put yourself in a
Here me it
I get how we get it with it specific and artistic
Spare rhymes and rough drafts get it tighter
I clear you cut the war underwear
I'll hold ya back nigga ya shystie
When my blood bubblin I get fystie
Laced with
hard education if somebody try to me
Scratchy, flows come hypely
than your fuckin icy
Reaching my is highly unlikely
I'm the right king I be
Why in the sam hell would you take it upon yourself to try me
Got be some type of fault or malfunction
You don't want situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers
On top of things running shit why you bitches going
If I take ass on this track it'll probably defeat the purpose
Cause that ass material you putting out
ain't gone never surface
You harmless, you couldn't the bomb up
keep up the pace I set
I'll whoop your ass with my
rap composer and performer
Map located on the corner
I'm making the way like at a parade
Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for
When bullets get sprayed
So I ain't no no gang bang
Shit, I'm to change things
We stuck on the thang
draws from Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the trunks of of the upper esilonge
Blunts and guns like M1s tasers
Smoke weed all the way to the
Nigga what the you think

What cha nigga

Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad and bad words serving their purpose
Doing and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, herb
Walking thing throughout your suburb
Got niggaz switching suburbans
The tempo I run when I run like a tortoise
Your mom say run I hear they come
ta get they titty slick and they murdered
Low down
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 stay
there til I
If I cut ya down I'm gone make you bad
I'm gone them look at you
the same way look at the back of a dog's ass
Hit it tell us, stomp this mothafucka like elephants
Swing though bitch like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans
Playa haters are of no
I'm on intelligence
And changing them elements
If you was up to my I'd probably wail all on ya
But you bitch you bumb time don't tell on ya
What the fuck you think its time to up
And off the shit we sell
Rode the band with BL why I chance to back up with KL
Nigga next to me your be seeming fake
You bests to move your finger
While I cuts my piece off the tank
Move them ugly mothafuckas show me mean face
But stick fingers in your mothafucking ears
Cause these be dropping some mean bass
Cause it ain't be no more after me
It ain't no to these young black hustlers
ask nigga Master P
It has to pe the if ya ask me man
Ya'll niggaz ya can't hang
Nigga, the fuck you think

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