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 up Ahmad -- well then come widdit

Verse One:

Well it's the niggerole that 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
These nuts what you get and a lip
What you have you come at me with buster shit
All that graf driven so I musta hit
a Jag, chillin on the Shore just to dip
Get it right, cause I get it, in and night out
I'm butter, covering up wack like White Out
Don't it that they dissed me OK rap is overrated
Who hate it that a nigga the West 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, a skillet 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 while you drown in three feet
Beep beep robots on Buck Rodgers plus I bust
25th century so you decline
To anytime had skills since I was nine
Dope lines the only weapon that I cock, I never
I stop clones 'cause never condoned
From the Westside 4th crew Jones

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

Two: Ras Kass

My magnum got 357 calibers
to bust a suckaz melon like (pow)
Body chemistry consists of Hennessey, toxic
with an skeleton like Wolverine
child, my heart pumps
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 head then ribbed tip recepticles
Expect the exceptional to be the next man's umbilical cord
Catch distortion, ras cancels kids like
Sendin to hip hop hell, ock
Eternal through writers block
I over the results of Reeboks and sands
stand ill, forget a live just my mouth and hand
And even man prehensile
I'd still find to grip mikes, hold my tip when I piss
and pick off lice
Cause see, I always been but first brothers slept
Now come back 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 -- well then widdit

Verse Three: the Saucee Nomad

Some it, but my saliva is liver
spit stenches drenches intricated, flow braggarts
Act cynic thermia hypodermic
How I earn it juices, one-hundred
percent concentrated on easing nooses around the
of tricks, probably won't get
hottie body carberuator
I'm the un-priggish well cat led ill verse my
will is ho for the fortune
Can spell hearse the same Addams Family apple grapple hook
Crooked, flier I fly
For the crew, Hobo Junction, in a few I'll
father soldier and they're older I'll teach them off
of confidence and to be omnipotent with content
Accomplishment for gladiation I'm
With training of explaining as the 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
then come widdit
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Well then widdit