Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

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

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my
Not
I your bloodclot
Then drop you the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You know my
Spliff the
your stereo
Spliff ignorant immigrant
I'm it
Money, car, fine broads, what
I'm it (that's right)
Raw I'm spittin it
At you and
Make you feel the pain
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
Pumpin in the of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his bitch
by the bar
Sippin totein
Pinky rings
Triple beams to the
My man is half
me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my
So I can put a on your clik
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You just started
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow your
the show
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
Sham is the
invain
Fiendin for
(buckshot)
Yeah, you we got cha opin!!!

Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Yo, frontin, you know 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 shit (uh)
I reign in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
Don't front, my got you opin
Hit you with a buck
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you critics and
My nine bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm flipmode
Plus I'm my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
Landlord
lanes no indicator
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga stay massive in
tooth shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm crooked eye rivals
Horizontal in god's
of all
Now who ? ?
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones runs cold in the winter wars
Check the thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay focused like photo
And spread wings like cobra
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we shit
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
and attractive
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
It get my hard
In my
Analyze the
On how to all odds
In a new
I'm on a new
most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna a new home
Like rasco
My style two-tone
Pass my chrome
one of the best of busta rhymes own
My made you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give reason to you
I study and re-analyze everything about you
My on the preserve
know we deserve
Everything up in stash and in the reserve
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
Never fuck these herbs
My squad superb

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

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

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

Huh, word
Mad opin
Yeah, word
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad niggas
to ya brain!!!!!