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
Shit I showed y'all
When I ya niggaz
This how I ya niggaz
if ya put yourself in a fight
Here me 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 cause ya
my blood start bubblin I get fystie
Laced with
education if somebody try to bite me
Scratchy, flows across hypely
Closer than fuckin icy
my level is highly unlikely
Precisely I'm the king I be
Why in the sam hell you take it upon yourself to ever try me
Got be suffering some type of or malfunction
You don't this situation to get both dangerous and rambunctious
Why y'all be thinking beef I be thinking bout big numbers
On top of running shit why you bitches going under
If I take your ass on this track it'll probably defeat the
that half ass material you putting out
probably ain't never surface
You harmless, you blow the bomb up
Couldn't keep up the I set
I'll whoop your ass with my
rap composer and performer
Map located on the corner
I'm making the way they at a parade
Niggaz get fitted for graves for going for
When them bullets get
So I no hangman no gang bang
Shit, I'm to change things
We on the same thang
Stealing from Les Unplauge
Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the esilonge
and guns roll like M1s tasers
Smoke weed all the way to the
Nigga what the you think

What cha thank

Fuck niggaz think bad lines and bad words serving their purpose
videos and movie soundtracks and tv commercials
Independent, smoke
Walking this thing throughout suburb
Got young niggaz suburbans
The tempo I run when I run like a tortoise
Your mom say run I hear they come
ta get titty slick and they 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 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 make them at you
the same way they at the back of a dog's ass
Hit it tell us, stomp this mothafucka like elephants
Swing though this bitch apes and fly by you bitches like pelicans
Playa are of no relevance
I'm on intelligence
And changing like them
If you was up to my level I'd probably 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 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 fake
You bests to move your fucking
While I cuts my piece off the cake
Move them ugly mothafuckas show me your mean
But stick your fingers in your mothafucking
Cause these be dropping some mean bass
Cause it ain't be no more after me
It no limit to these young black hustlers
ask that Master P
It has to pe the if ya ask me man
Ya'll niggaz ya can't hang
Nigga, what the you think

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