Luyện nghe bài hát Come Widdit

We went all 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 batter up Ahmad -- well then come widdit

Verse One:

Well it's the niggerole 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 defeat the rapper who got ways to sack a
Quarterback I wack MC's with ease
These what you get and a busted lip
What you have when you at me with buster 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 the West blew up and made it
And I'd braid it if I had it but for now I it balded
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 can defeat the man that can't be beat
I do the breaststroke clown while you drown in three
Beep beep like on Buck Rodgers plus I bust
25th rhymes so you decline
To battle anytime had since I was nine
lines the only weapon that I cock, I never drop
I stop clones 'cause biting's never
From the Westside 4th Avenue Jones

We went all the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the second batter Ras Kass -- well then widdit
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 like Gallagher (pow)
Body chemistry consists of Hennessey, melanin
with an adamantium like Wolverine
child, my heart pumps
Son I spit butane, burn any you name till I die
And even when I'm maggots, I'ma be fly
Perpetrator, not the one
Your not Anfernee 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 rougher then ribbed tip
the exceptional syllables to be the next man's umbilical cord
Catch distortion, ras cancels kids like
Sendin to hip hop hell, ock
damnation through writers 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, hold my tip when I
and pick off lice
Cause see, I always been but first brothers slept
Now I've back twice like Christ to resurrect the West

We all around 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 Saafir -- well come widdit

Verse Three: Saafir the Nomad

Some spit it, but my is liver
stenches drenches been intricated, flow braggarts
Act cynic thyroid thermia
How I earn it juices, one-hundred
percent on easing nooses around the necks
of tricks, probably get this
hottie body carberuator
I'm the well cat led bredded-well ill verse my
will is ho for the fortune
Can spell hearse with the Addams Family apple grapple hook
Crooked, I fly crooked
For the crew, Junction, in a few I'll plan
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 of explaining 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 then widdit
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Well come widdit