Luyện nghe bài hát Come Widdit

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

Verse Ahmad

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

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

Verse Ras Kass

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

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

Verse Three: Saafir the Saucee

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

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