Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

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

I already done told ya
I showed y'all niggaz
When I ya niggaz
This how I sold ya
Bitch if ya put yourself in a
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 ya back nigga cause ya shystie
When my blood bubblin I get fystie
Laced cyanide
hard if somebody try to bite me
Scratchy, flows come across
Closer than your icy
Reaching my level is unlikely
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 of fault or malfunction
You don't want this to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why y'all be thinking beef I be thinking 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
Cause that ass material you putting out
probably ain't gone never
You harmless, you couldn't the bomb up
Couldn't keep up the I set
whoop your ass with my warm-ups
Entertainer rap and performer
Map located on the corner
I'm making the way like they at a
Niggaz get fitted for graves for for brave
When bullets get sprayed
So I ain't no hangman no gang
Shit, I'm trying to change
We stuck on the thang
draws from Les Unplauge
Then I can go to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge
Blunts and guns like 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 their
videos and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, herb
this thing throughout your suburb
Got niggaz switching suburbans
The tempo I run when I run around a tortoise
Your mom say run when I they come
ta get they titty slick and pussies murdered
Low dirty
Big old niggaz burn the barn to make million dollar merges
Never mix no with your business
I'll snatch ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin 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 back of a ass
Hit it tell us, stomp through this like elephants
Swing though this like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans
Playa are of no relevance
I'm striving on
And changing like them
If you was up to my level I'd wail all on ya
But you ain't bitch you time don't tell on ya
What the fuck you its time to come up
And off the shit we sell
Rode the with BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL
next to me your shit be seeming fake
You to move your fucking finger
I cuts my piece off the tank cake
Move them ugly mothafuckas show me mean face
But stick your fingers in mothafucking ears
Cause these niggaz be dropping some bass
Cause it gone be no more after me
It ain't no to these young black hustlers
ask that nigga 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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