Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

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

I already told ya niggaz
I showed y'all niggaz
When I ya niggaz
how I sold ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put yourself in a
me kick it
I get flashlight how we get it it specific and artistic
Spare and rough drafts get it done tighter
I clear you cut the war underwear
I'll hold ya back cause ya shystie
When my blood bubblin I get fystie
Laced cyanide
hard education if try to bite me
Scratchy, come across hypely
than your fuckin icy
Reaching my level is highly
Precisely I'm the king I be
Why in the sam would you take it upon yourself to ever try me
Got be some type of fault or malfunction
You don't this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why be thinking about beef I be thinking bout big numbers
On top of things running why you bitches going under
If I take ass on this track it'll probably defeat the purpose
Cause that ass material you putting out
probably ain't never surface
You harmless, you couldn't the bomb up
keep up the pace I set
I'll your ass with my warm-ups
Entertainer rap composer and
Map located on the corner
I'm making the way like they at a
Niggaz get for graves for going for brave
When them bullets get
So I ain't no hangman no gang
Shit, I'm to change things
We stuck on the thang
Stealing draws Les Unplauge
I can go back to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge
Blunts and roll like M1s tasers
Smoke weed all the way to the
what the fuck you think

What cha nigga

Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad serving their purpose
Doing and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, herb
Walking this thing your suburb
Got young niggaz switching
The tempo I run I run around like a tortoise
Your mom say run when I they come
ta get they slick and they pussies murdered
Low down
Big old niggaz burn down the barn to make million 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 way they look at the back of a dog's ass
Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like
Swing though bitch like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans
haters are of no relevance
I'm on intelligence
And changing them elements
If you was up to my level I'd probably 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
Nigga next to me your shit be seeming
You to move your fucking finger
While I cuts my off the tank cake
Move them ugly mothafuckas show me mean face
But stick your fingers in your mothafucking
Cause these niggaz be dropping mean bass
Cause it ain't gone be no more me
It no limit to these young black hustlers
ask nigga Master P
It has to pe the if ya ask me man
niggaz know ya can't hang
Nigga, what the fuck you

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