Luyện nghe bài hát Come Widdit

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

Verse One:

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

We all around 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 Two: Ras

My foramen 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, burn any bastard you till I die
And even when I'm maggots, still be fly
Perpetrator, not the one
Your name's not Hardaway
I'm like a with blood dripping down the fangs
My techniques foul enough to the flagrant technical
I be comin off the head rougher then ribbed tip
Expect the syllables 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, a live band just my mouth and hand
And man wasn't prehensile
I'd still ways to grip mikes, hold my tip when I piss
and off pubic lice
Cause see, I always been nice but brothers slept
Now I've come back twice like to resurrect the West

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

Verse Three: the Saucee Nomad

spit it, but my saliva is liver
spit stenches been intricated, flow braggarts
Act cynic thermia hypodermic
How I earn it squeezing juices,
percent concentrated on easing nooses the necks
of tricks, probably won't get
Thick hottie body
I'm the un-priggish cat led bredded-well ill verse my
will is ho gung for the
Can spell hearse with the same Addams Family apple hook
Crooked, I fly crooked
For the crew, Junction, in a few I'll plan
father soldier and when they're older I'll them off
Killings of confidence and to be omnipotent content
Accomplishment for 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 widdit