Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

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

I done told ya niggaz
Shit I y'all niggaz
When I slaughtered ya
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
rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter
I stay clear you cut the war
I'll hold ya back nigga cause ya
When my blood start I get fystie
Laced cyanide
education if somebody try to bite me
Scratchy, flows across hypely
Closer your fuckin icy
my level is highly unlikely
Precisely I'm the king I be
Why in the sam hell would you take it upon yourself to try me
Got be suffering type of fault or malfunction
You don't want this to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why y'all be thinking about beef I be bout big numbers
On top of things running why you bitches going under
If I your ass on this track 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
whoop your ass with my warm-ups
Entertainer rap and performer
Map located on the corner
I'm making the way they at a parade
Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for
When them get sprayed
So I ain't no hangman no bang
Shit, I'm to change things
We on the same thang
Stealing draws Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the trunks of of the upper esilonge
Blunts and guns roll like M1s
Smoke weed all the way to the
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, smoke
Walking this thing your suburb
Got young niggaz switching
The tempo I run when I run like a tortoise
Your mom say run when I hear they
ta get they titty and they pussies murdered
Low dirty
Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million merges
Never mix no with your business
I'll snatch ya pull your out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
there til I
If I cut ya I'm gone make you look bad
I'm make them look at you
the same way they look at the of a dog's ass
Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka elephants
Swing though this like apes and fly by you bitches like 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 time don't tell on ya
What the you think its time to come up
And profit off the shit we
the band with BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL
Nigga next to me your be seeming fake
You bests to your fucking finger
While I cuts my piece off the tank
Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean
But stick fingers in your mothafucking ears
Cause these niggaz be dropping mean bass
it ain't gone be no more after me
It ain't no limit to these young black
ask that nigga 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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