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
When I slaughtered ya
This how I sold ya
Bitch if ya put yourself in a
Here me it
I get how we get it with it specific and artistic
Spare rhymes and drafts get it done tighter
I clear you cut the war underwear
hold ya back nigga cause ya shystie
When my blood start I get fystie
Laced cyanide
hard education if somebody try to me
Scratchy, flows come across
Closer than your icy
Reaching my level is highly
I'm the right king 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 situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why y'all be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big
On top of things running shit why you bitches going
If I take your ass on this track it'll probably the purpose
Cause that half ass you putting out
probably ain't gone surface
You harmless, you couldn't the bomb up
Couldn't up the pace I set
I'll whoop your ass my warm-ups
rap composer 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 bullets get
So I ain't no no gang bang
Shit, I'm trying to things
We stuck on the thang
draws from Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the of cars of the upper esilonge
and guns roll like M1s tasers
Smoke weed all the way to the
Nigga the fuck you think

What cha nigga

Fuck niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving their purpose
Doing and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, herb
Walking this thing throughout suburb
Got niggaz switching suburbans
The tempo I run when I run around like a
Your mom say run I hear they come
ta get titty slick and they pussies murdered
Low down
Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make dollar merges
mix no bullshit with your business
I'll ya pull your head 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 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 like
haters are of no relevance
I'm on intelligence
And changing like elements
If you was up to my level I'd wail all on ya
But you ain't bitch you bumb time tell on ya
What the fuck you its time to come up
And off the shit we sell
Rode the band with BL why I gotta chance to up with KL
Nigga next to me your be seeming fake
You bests to move fucking finger
I cuts my piece off the tank cake
Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your face
But stick your fingers in your mothafucking
Cause niggaz be dropping some mean bass
it ain't gone be no more after me
It ain't no to these young black hustlers
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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