Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

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

Dirty girl rhyme mucous
Speech
And raise the roof like
12 done rocked through all phases
Watch peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth my click
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious
You my style
Spliff the
Through stereo
starr ignorant 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 the pain nigga
the dick to your balls
Thug blood
in the face of my music
Drop the shit
Watch the world rock to it
squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin heinken's
rings glowin
Triple to the club
My man is thug
Giving me and holdin grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is past
Hold on, on
You just started
since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit platinum
Slow growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with more 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 we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha kid
front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha 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 spit ya fuckin wig
Don't front, my squad got you
Hit you with a fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is survival of the
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My nine goes
I'm talkin street
I'm flipmode
I'm doing my thang
On the
We let it ride
Nigga don't

(lord mercy)
Landlord
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
and saviour
Nigga stay in nature
When shatter ya die bone
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for
When I'm crooked eye with
in god's places
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal
Villains warp with the force
Know the
focused like photo lens
And spread wings like heads
I'm old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the system
All in your jeep knocks
for no reason back the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And pop shit
and attractive
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
In my
Analyze the
On how to defeat all
In a new
I'm on a new
Make most of the wackest niggas
Wanna a new home
Like rasco
My style two-tone
Pass my chrome
Here's one of the best of rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit blazes so
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My on the preserve
Niggas we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the and the re-verbs
Never fuck these herbs
My remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin the streets
follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to
us
We get enough
Nigga
Dirty jeans
Black napsack with for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
Whip up a
Of to blow up the map

Collapse, perhaps doing this in the
In the long time, ya
Buck make em
God verse
Let em know the is still black
And a fact...

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

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