Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

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

I already done ya niggaz
Shit I showed niggaz
I slaughtered ya niggaz
This how I ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put in a fight
Here me it
I get flashlight how we get it with it and artistic
Spare rhymes and rough drafts get it done
I stay clear you cut the war
I'll hold ya back nigga ya shystie
When my blood start bubblin I get
Laced with
hard if somebody try to bite me
Scratchy, flows come across
Closer than fuckin icy
Reaching my level is highly
Precisely I'm the right I be
Why in the sam would you take it upon yourself to ever try me
Got be suffering type of fault or malfunction
You don't want this situation to get dangerous and rambunctious
Why be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers
On top of things running shit why you bitches under
If I take your ass on this it'll probably defeat the purpose
that half ass material you putting out
probably ain't gone never
You harmless, you blow the bomb up
Couldn't up the pace I set
I'll whoop ass with my warm-ups
rap composer and performer
Map on the southern corner
I'm making the way like at a parade
Niggaz get fitted for graves for for brave
When them bullets get
So I ain't no hangman no bang
Shit, I'm trying to things
We on the same thang
draws from Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the esilonge
Blunts and roll like M1s tasers
weed all the way to the bank
Nigga what the you think

What cha thank

Fuck ya'll niggaz bad lines and bad words serving their purpose
Doing videos and movie and tv commercials
Independent, herb
Walking this thing throughout your
Got young niggaz suburbans
The tempo I run I run around like a tortoise
mom say run when I hear they come
ta get titty slick and they pussies murdered
Low dirty
Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit with your
I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass mothafuckin stay down
til I finish
If I cut ya down I'm gone make you bad
I'm gone them look at you
the same way they look at the of a dog's ass
Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like
Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you like pelicans
Playa are of no relevance
I'm on intelligence
And changing like them
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 profit off the shit we
Rode the band with BL why I gotta chance to up with KL
Nigga next to me your shit be seeming
You bests to move your fucking
While I cuts my piece off the tank
them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face
But stick fingers in your mothafucking ears
Cause these niggaz be dropping some mean
Cause it gone be no more after me
It ain't no limit to these black hustlers
ask that nigga P
It has to pe the if ya ask me man
Ya'll niggaz ya can't hang
Nigga, what the fuck you

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