Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Think

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

I already done ya niggaz
Shit I showed y'all
When I slaughtered ya
This how I ya niggaz
Bitch if ya put yourself in a
me kick it
I get flashlight how we get it with it and artistic
rhymes and rough drafts get it done tighter
I stay you cut the war underwear
I'll hold ya back nigga ya shystie
When my blood bubblin I get fystie
with cyanide
hard education if try to bite me
Scratchy, flows come across
Closer your fuckin icy
Reaching my is highly unlikely
Precisely I'm the king I be
Why in the sam would you take it upon yourself to ever try me
Got be suffering some of fault or malfunction
You want this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why y'all be thinking beef I be thinking bout big numbers
On top of things running shit why you bitches going
If I take your ass on this track it'll probably defeat the
that half ass material you putting out
probably gone never surface
You harmless, you couldn't blow the up
Couldn't keep up the I set
I'll whoop your ass with my
rap composer and performer
Map located on the southern
I'm the way like they at a parade
Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for
When bullets get sprayed
So I ain't no hangman no bang
Shit, I'm trying to change
We stuck on the same
Stealing draws Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the trunks of of the upper esilonge
Blunts and guns roll M1s tasers
Smoke weed all the way to the
Nigga what the you think

What cha nigga

Fuck ya'll niggaz bad lines and bad words serving their purpose
Doing videos and movie soundtracks and tv
Independent, herb
Walking this thing your suburb
Got young niggaz suburbans
The tempo I run when I run like a tortoise
Your mom say run when I hear they
ta get they slick and they pussies murdered
Low down
Big old niggaz burn down the to make million dollar merges
Never mix no bullshit with 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 gone them look at you
the same way they look at the back of a ass
Hit it us, stomp through this mothafucka like elephants
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 I'd probably wail all on ya
But you ain't bitch you bumb time tell on ya
the fuck you think its time to come up
And profit off the shit we
Rode the band BL why I gotta chance to back up with KL
Nigga to me your shit be seeming fake
You bests to move your fucking
While I cuts my piece off the tank
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 nigga P
It has to pe the if ya ask me man
Ya'll know ya can't hang
Nigga, what the you think

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