Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin (Part 2)

(Rah-Digga)
I be the like Nick
To all mc thugs
Like them 4 kids
And the teacher gettin
I don't a fuck style
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's

Dirty girl rhyme spit
Speech
And raise the roof Lukas
12 years done through all phases
your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my
Not
I bust bloodclot
Then you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a blow
You know my
Spliff the
Through stereo
Spliff Starr 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
Like the dick to balls
blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my
Drop the shit
the whole world rock to it
Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em
Had his scopin
by the bar
Sippin Heinken's
Pinky rings
Triple beams to the
My man is half
Giving me pound and grudge
my shit
So I can put a lock on your
Your style is tense
on, Hold on
You started rappin
Ever since you heard the
We fuckin wit platinum
your growth
Stop the
Go at you
Hit you with bars than soap
is the name
Feelin
for dope
(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
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
Yo, frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha kid

(Ramoage)
made me mad
And now I wanna clap (Uh)
I reign supreme in muthafuckin rap shit
I my mind
I get it back
The way I'm spittin, yo
I ya fuckin wig back
front, my squad got you opin
Hit you a buck fifty
a token
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you and bullshitters
My goes bang
I'm talkin slang
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
don't hide

(Lord Mercy)
innovator
Switch no indicator
The general, generator
Master and
Nigga massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die
In the cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the for basics?
When I'm eye with rivals
in God's places
of all
Now who
Quick on the
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the wars
the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible
the ledge
Stay like photo lens
And spread wings like Cobra
I'm old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit,
You we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets
All in your jeep shit
Julio for no back the fifth
And he it
Rock shit, we make mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
Chemotherapy
radioactive
When I hit
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 wackest niggas
Wanna find a new
Rasco jeans
My flip two-tone
my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of Rhymes own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
I shout you
Or give to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze about you
My rhymes on the
Niggas know we
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my on the echos and the re-verbs
Never with these herbs
My squad superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the
Undercovers us, stress
Muthafuckas on the to bust
us
We get enough
wha-what?
Dirty baggy
Black with something for ya gut
skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and
Quick,
up a batch
Of bullets to up the map

Collapse, doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya
Buck em react
God verse
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 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 opin
Yeah, life
Flipmode, muthafuckin
Mad scopin
to ya brain!!!!!