Luyện nghe bài hát Come Widdit

We all around 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 -- then come widdit

One: Ahmad

Well it's the niggerole that caught Lock
cause the vibe keeps in funk, makes 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 ways to a
Quarterback I slaughter wack MC's with
These nuts you get and a busted lip
What you have you come at me with buster shit
All graf given 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, up wack MC's like White Out
Don't doubt it that dissed me OK rap is overrated
Who hate it a nigga from the West blew up and made it
And I'd braid it if I had it but for now I it balded
tryin to touch to me better stop before they get scalded
I'm hot, like a skillet and grits, you to bits
When I over the room, and then lower the boom, and
Think that they can defeat the man can't be beat
I do the breaststroke clown while you in three feet
Beep like robots on Buck Rodgers plus I bust
25th century so you decline
To battle anytime had since I was nine
Dope lines the only weapon that I cock, I never
I stop clones 'cause biting's never
the Westside 4th Avenue crew Jones

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

Two: Ras Kass

My foramen got 357 calibers
to bust a suckaz melon Gallagher (pow)
Body chemistry consists of Hennessey, melanin
with an adamantium skeleton Wolverine
child, my pumps kerosene
Son I spit butane, burn any bastard you name 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 to shoot the flagrant technical
I be comin off the rougher then ribbed tip recepticles
Expect the exceptional to be the next man's umbilical cord
Catch distortion, ras cancels like abortions
Sendin to hip hop hell, ock
Eternal damnation through writers
I rock over the of Reeboks and sands
stand ill, forget a live band just my and hand
And even man prehensile
I'd still ways to grip mikes, hold my tip when I piss
and pick off pubic
Cause see, I always been nice but brothers slept
Now I've come 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 -- well then widdit
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the batter Saafir -- well then come widdit

Verse Saafir the Saucee Nomad

Some spit it, but my saliva is
spit stenches been intricated, flow braggarts
Act cynic thermia hypodermic
How I it squeezing juices, one-hundred
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 for the fortune
Can spell hearse with the same Addams Family apple hook
Crooked, flier I fly
For the crew, Hobo Junction, in a few I'll
father soldier and when they're older teach them off
Killings of confidence and to be omnipotent content
Accomplishment for I'm done
With training of as the crates in plan B
Attack 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 come
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Well come widdit