Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

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

I already done ya niggaz
Shit I showed niggaz
When I slaughtered ya
This how I ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put in a fight
Here me it
I get how we get it with it specific and artistic
rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter
I stay you cut the war underwear
I'll ya back nigga cause ya shystie
my blood start bubblin I get fystie
Laced with
hard education if try to bite me
Scratchy, flows come hypely
than your fuckin icy
Reaching my level is unlikely
I'm the right king I be
Why in the sam hell would you take it upon to ever try me
Got be suffering type of fault or malfunction
You want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why y'all be about beef I be thinking bout big numbers
On top of things running shit why you bitches going
If I take your ass on this it'll probably defeat the purpose
Cause that half ass you putting out
probably ain't never surface
You harmless, you couldn't the bomb up
Couldn't up the pace I set
I'll whoop your ass with my
Entertainer rap composer and
Map on the southern corner
I'm making the way they 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 to change things
We stuck on the same
Stealing draws from Les
Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the esilonge
Blunts and guns like M1s tasers
weed all the way to the bank
Nigga the fuck you think

What cha nigga

Fuck ya'll niggaz bad lines and bad words serving their purpose
Doing videos and movie and tv commercials
Independent, herb
Walking this throughout your suburb
Got young niggaz 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 they murdered
Low down
Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit your business
I'll snatch ya pull head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
there til I
If I cut ya down I'm gone make you 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 bitch like apes and fly by you bitches 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 ain't bitch you bumb time don't on ya
What the fuck you think its time to up
And profit off the 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 your fucking finger
While I cuts my piece off the cake
Move them ugly show me your mean face
But stick your fingers in your ears
Cause these niggaz be dropping some bass
Cause it 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 can't
Nigga, what the fuck you

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