Luyện nghe bài hát Come Widdit

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

Verse Ahmad

Well it's the that caught Foot Lock
cause the vibe keeps in funk, makes you rock to the side
it all I had, just to have what I got
Niggaz tryin to be bad, and they mad 'cause not
Gonna defeat the rapper who got three ways to a
Quarterback I slaughter wack with ease
These nuts you get and a busted lip
What you have when you come at me buster 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 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 it if I had it but for now I keep it balded
Niggaz to touch to me better stop before they get scalded
I'm hot, a skillet and grits, crush you to bits
When I look over the room, and lower the boom, and
Think they 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 rhymes so you
To battle anytime had skills I was nine
Dope lines the only that I cock, I never drop
I stop clones 'cause biting's condoned
From the 4th Avenue crew Jones

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

Verse Two: Ras

My magnum got 357 calibers
to bust a melon like Gallagher (pow)
chemistry consists of Hennessey, toxic melanin
with an adamantium skeleton Wolverine
child, my heart kerosene
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 wolf 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 exceptional syllables to be the next man's cord
Catch distortion, ras cancels like abortions
niggaz to hip hop hell, ock
Eternal damnation through block
I rock the results of Reeboks and sands
stand ill, a live band just my mouth and hand
And man wasn't prehensile
I'd find ways to grip mikes, hold my tip when I piss
and pick off pubic
Cause see, I been nice but first brothers slept
Now come back twice like Christ to resurrect the West

We all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the third batter up, Saafir -- 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 spit it, but my is liver
spit stenches drenches been intricated, flow
Act cynic thyroid hypodermic
How I it squeezing juices, one-hundred
percent concentrated on easing nooses the necks
of tricks, won't get this
Thick hottie body
I'm the un-priggish well cat led bredded-well ill my
is ho gung for the fortune
Can spell hearse with the same Addams apple grapple hook
Crooked, I fly crooked
For the crew, Hobo Junction, in a few plan
father and when they're older I'll teach them off
Killings of confidence and to be omnipotent with
for gladiation I'm done
With training of explaining as the in plan B
Attack me to hit the yak
I'm here, on
The Nomadic, addict,

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