Luyện nghe bài hát Come Widdit

We all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the batter up Ahmad -- well then come widdit
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the first batter up Ahmad -- well then widdit

Verse Ahmad

Well it's the niggerole that Foot Lock
the vibe keeps voxed in funk, makes you rock to the side
Gave it all I had, to have what I got
Niggaz to be bad, and they mad 'cause they not
Gonna defeat the rapper who got three to sack a
Quarterback I wack MC's with ease
These nuts what you get and a lip
What you have when you come at me with buster
All that graf given driven so I hit
Bought a Jag, chillin on the just to dip
Get it right, I get it, night in and night out
I'm butter, covering up MC's like White Out
doubt it that they dissed me OK rap is overrated
Who hate it that a nigga from the blew up and made it
And I'd braid it if I had it but for now I keep it
Niggaz tryin to to me better stop before they get scalded
I'm hot, like a and grits, crush you to bits
I look over the room, and then lower the boom, and
Think that they can the man that can't be beat
I do the breaststroke clown while you drown in three
Beep beep robots on Buck Rodgers plus I bust
25th century rhymes so you
To battle anytime had since I was nine
Dope the only weapon that I cock, I never drop
I stop 'cause biting's never condoned
From the Westside 4th Avenue crew

We went all the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the second batter Ras Kass -- then come widdit
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the second... nah it

Verse Ras Kass

My foramen got 357 calibers
to a suckaz melon like Gallagher (pow)
Body chemistry of Hennessey, toxic melanin
an adamantium skeleton like Wolverine
child, my pumps kerosene
Son I spit butane, any bastard you name till I die
And even when I'm maggots, still be fly
Perpetrator, not the one
Your name's not Hardaway
I'm a wolf with blood dripping down the fangs
My techniques foul to shoot the flagrant technical
I be comin off the rougher then ribbed tip recepticles
Expect the exceptional to be the next man's umbilical cord
Catch distortion, ras cancels kids abortions
niggaz to hip hop hell, ock
Eternal damnation through block
I rock over the results of and sands
stand ill, forget a live just my mouth and hand
And even man wasn't
I'd still find ways to grip mikes, my tip when I piss
and pick off pubic
Cause see, I always been but first brothers slept
Now I've come twice like Christ to resurrect the West

We went all the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the third up, Saafir -- well then come widdit
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the third batter Saafir -- then come widdit

Verse Three: Saafir the Nomad

Some it, but my saliva is liver
spit stenches drenches intricated, flow braggarts
Act cynic thermia hypodermic
How I it squeezing juices, one-hundred
percent concentrated on easing around the necks
of tricks, probably won't get
Thick body carberuator
I'm the un-priggish well cat led ill verse my
is ho gung for the fortune
Can spell hearse with the same Family apple grapple hook
Crooked, I fly crooked
For the crew, Hobo Junction, in a few plan
father soldier and when they're older teach them off
Killings of and to be omnipotent with content
for gladiation I'm done
With training of explaining as the crates in B
Attack me to hit the yak
I'm here, on
The Nomadic, addict,

We all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Well then widdit
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
then come widdit