Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

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

I already told ya niggaz
Shit I showed niggaz
I slaughtered ya niggaz
This how I ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put in a fight
me kick it
I get flashlight how we get it with it specific and
Spare rhymes and rough get it done tighter
I stay clear you cut the war
I'll hold ya back cause ya shystie
When my blood bubblin I get fystie
Laced cyanide
education if somebody try to bite me
Scratchy, flows come hypely
Closer than fuckin icy
my level is highly unlikely
Precisely I'm the right I be
Why in the sam hell you take it upon yourself to ever try me
Got be some type of fault or malfunction
You don't want this situation to get 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 take your ass on this track it'll probably defeat the
Cause that half ass you putting out
probably ain't gone surface
You harmless, you blow the bomb up
keep up the pace I set
I'll whoop your ass with my
Entertainer rap and performer
Map on the southern corner
I'm making the way like at a parade
Niggaz get fitted for graves for for brave
When bullets get sprayed
So I ain't no no gang bang
Shit, I'm trying to change
We stuck on the same
draws from Les Unplauge
Then I can go to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge
Blunts and roll like M1s tasers
Smoke weed all the way to the
Nigga what the fuck you

What cha thank

Fuck ya'll niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving purpose
Doing videos and movie soundtracks and tv
Independent, herb
Walking this thing throughout your
Got young niggaz suburbans
The tempo I run when I run like a tortoise
Your mom say run when I they come
ta get they titty slick and pussies murdered
Low down
Big old niggaz down the barn to make million dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit your business
I'll ya pull your head out ya ass that mothafuckin stay down
til I finish
If I cut ya down I'm gone make you bad
I'm gone make them at you
the way they look at the back of a dog's ass
Hit it tell us, stomp through this mothafucka like
though this bitch like apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans
Playa haters are of no
I'm on intelligence
And changing like them
If you was up to my I'd probably wail all on ya
But you bitch you bumb time don't tell on ya
What the fuck you think its time to up
And off the shit we sell
Rode the band with BL why I chance to back up with KL
Nigga next to me your shit be seeming
You to move your fucking finger
While I cuts my piece off the cake
them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean face
But stick fingers in your mothafucking ears
these niggaz be dropping some mean bass
Cause it ain't 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, the fuck you think

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