Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

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

I already done ya niggaz
I showed y'all niggaz
When I ya niggaz
how I sold ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put in a fight
Here me it
I get flashlight how we get it it specific and artistic
rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter
I stay you cut the war underwear
I'll hold ya back nigga cause ya
When my start bubblin I get fystie
Laced cyanide
education if somebody try to bite me
Scratchy, flows come across
Closer than fuckin icy
my level is highly unlikely
Precisely I'm the king I be
Why in the sam hell would you it upon yourself to ever try me
Got be suffering some type of or malfunction
You don't want this to get both 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 track it'll defeat the purpose
Cause that half ass material you out
ain't gone never surface
You harmless, you blow the bomb up
Couldn't keep up the I set
I'll whoop your ass with my
Entertainer rap composer and
Map located on the southern
I'm the way like they at a parade
Niggaz get fitted for for going for brave
them bullets get sprayed
So I ain't no no gang bang
Shit, I'm trying to things
We stuck on the thang
Stealing from Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the of cars of the upper esilonge
Blunts and guns roll M1s tasers
weed all the way to the bank
Nigga the fuck you think

What cha thank

Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving purpose
Doing and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, herb
Walking this thing throughout your
Got young niggaz suburbans
The tempo I run when I run around a tortoise
Your mom say run when I hear come
ta get they slick and they pussies murdered
Low down
Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million dollar
mix no bullshit with your business
I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin down
til I finish
If I cut ya down I'm make you look bad
I'm gone make look at you
the same way they look at the of a dog's ass
Hit it tell us, stomp this mothafucka like elephants
Swing though this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches pelicans
Playa are of no relevance
I'm on intelligence
And like them elements
If you was up to my level I'd wail all on ya
But you ain't you bumb time don't tell on ya
What the fuck you its time to come up
And profit off the we sell
Rode the band with BL why I gotta chance to back up KL
next to me your shit be seeming fake
You to move your fucking finger
While I cuts my off the tank cake
Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your face
But stick your fingers in mothafucking ears
Cause these be dropping some mean bass
Cause it ain't gone be no after me
It ain't no limit to these young hustlers
ask nigga 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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