Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Cha Opin

(rah-digga)
I be the like nick
To all them mc
Like them 4 little
And the teacher gettin
I don't a fuck style
me come jiggy
I kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit

Dirty rhyme spit mucous
uncoothe
And raise the roof lukas
12 years rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps the bitch was the blazest

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

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

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

(ramoage)
Niggas me mad
And now I wanna shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this rap shit
I my mind
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 fifty
Here's a
Ramp is
I'm no and
I leave your face
This is of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and
My goes bang
I'm talkin street
I'm reppin
Plus I'm doing my
On the
We let it ride
Nigga hide

(lord mercy)
innovator
Switch lanes no
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 Bible for
When I'm crooked eye with
Horizontal in places
of all
Now who ? ?
on the draw
a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter
Check the criminal
Villains with the invisible force
the ledge
Stay like photo lens
And wings like cobra heads
Till I'm old and

(busta)
Hot shit,
You know we blocks
Traffic in the system
All in jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason the fifth
And he it
shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop
Massive and
Niggas is
needed
Lyrics
I hit hard
It get my dick
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 blue
Here's one of the best of busta own
My debut you
who
Shit so much
You you could play out
So you blaze, too
Before I you
Or reason to doubt you
I study shit and everything about you
My on the preserve
know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the
that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the
Never fuck with these
My remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) thru the streets
Undercovers us, stress
on the regular to bust
us
We get enough
Nigga
Dirty baggy
Black with something for ya gut
Wooly-type
Fully strapped, bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a
Of bullets to up the map

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

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

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