Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the worst nick
To all mc thugs
Like them 4 kids
And the teacher gettin
I don't give a fuck
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 50's

Dirty girl spit mucous
Speech
And raise the like lukas
12 years done rocked through all
Watch your scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run mouth about my click
Not
I your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You my style
the foul
Through stereo
Spliff starr immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw shit I'm it
At you and
Make you feel the nigga
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the face of my
the street shit
Watch the whole rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
Pinky rings
beams to the club
My man is half
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a lock on your
Your is past tense
Hold on, on
You started rappin
Ever since you the shit
We fuckin wit it's
Slow growth
the show
Go at you
Hit you more bars than soap
Sham is the
Feelin
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

Don't front, you know we got cha kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna clap (uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I can't get it
The way I'm spittin, yo
I spit ya wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a fifty
Here's a
is smokin
I'm no and
I leave face broken
is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We won't let it
Nigga don't

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, cash
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and
Who read the for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the wars
Check the criminal
Villains with the invisible force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And spread like cobra heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the streets
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my hard
In my
the stars
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
rasco jeans
My style flip
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You wish you play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or give to doubt you
I shit and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
Niggas know we
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these
My squad remains

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the
Undercovers follow us,
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty jeans
Black napsack something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the time, ya trapped
make em react
God attack
Let em know the is still black
And a fact...

front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha
Don't front, you we got cha opin, yo
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you we got cha opin

Huh, life
Mad niggas
Yeah, life
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!