Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

Time to get ya
What ya 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 sold ya
Bitch if ya put yourself in a
me kick it
I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and
rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter
I clear you cut the war underwear
I'll hold ya nigga cause ya shystie
When my blood start I get fystie
Laced with
hard education if somebody try to me
Scratchy, flows across hypely
Closer your fuckin icy
Reaching my level is highly
Precisely I'm the king I be
Why in the sam hell would you take it yourself to ever try me
Got be suffering some type of or malfunction
You want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why y'all be thinking about I be thinking bout big numbers
On top of things running shit why you bitches going
If I your ass on this track it'll probably defeat the purpose
Cause that half ass material you out
probably gone never surface
You harmless, you blow the bomb up
Couldn't up the pace I set
I'll whoop ass with my warm-ups
Entertainer rap composer and
Map located on the corner
I'm making the way like at a parade
Niggaz get fitted for graves for for brave
When them get sprayed
So I ain't no hangman no gang
Shit, I'm to change things
We stuck on the thang
draws from Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the esilonge
Blunts and roll like M1s tasers
Smoke all the way to the bank
Nigga what the fuck you

What cha nigga

Fuck ya'll niggaz bad lines and bad words serving their purpose
Doing videos and soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, herb
this thing throughout your suburb
Got niggaz switching suburbans
The tempo I run I run around like a tortoise
Your mom say run when I hear they
ta get they titty slick and pussies murdered
Low down
Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million merges
Never mix no bullshit with business
snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
there til I
If I cut ya down I'm 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 like
Swing though this like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans
haters 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 ain't bitch you bumb time tell on ya
What the you think its time to come up
And profit off the shit we
Rode the band with BL why I gotta to back up with KL
Nigga next to me your shit be fake
You bests to your fucking finger
While I my piece off the tank cake
Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your face
But your fingers in your mothafucking ears
Cause these niggaz be some mean bass
it ain't gone be no more after me
It ain't no limit to 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 fuck you

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