Luyện nghe bài hát Come Widdit

We went all 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 batter up Ahmad -- well then widdit

One: Ahmad

Well it's the niggerole that 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 to be bad, and they mad 'cause they not
Gonna defeat the rapper who got ways to sack a
Quarterback I slaughter wack with ease
These nuts you get and a busted lip
What you have when you come at me with buster
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 MC's like Out
Don't doubt it that 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 touch to me better stop before they get
I'm hot, like a and grits, crush you to bits
When I over the room, and then lower the boom, and
that 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 anytime had skills since I was nine
Dope lines the only weapon that I cock, I drop
I stop clones 'cause biting's condoned
From the Westside 4th Avenue crew

We went all 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 Ras Kass

My magnum got 357 calibers
to bust a suckaz like 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 till I die
And even when I'm maggots, still be fly
Perpetrator, not the one
name's not Anfernee Hardaway
I'm like a wolf with dripping down the fangs
My techniques foul to shoot the flagrant technical
I be comin off the head rougher then tip recepticles
Expect the syllables to be the next man's umbilical cord
Catch distortion, ras cancels kids like
niggaz to hip hop hell, ock
Eternal damnation through writers
I over the results of Reeboks and sands
stand ill, forget a live band just my and hand
And even man wasn't
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 back twice like 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

Three: Saafir the Saucee Nomad

Some spit it, but my saliva is
spit drenches been intricated, flow braggarts
Act thyroid thermia hypodermic
How I earn it squeezing juices,
percent concentrated on nooses around the necks
of tricks, probably won't get
hottie body carberuator
I'm the un-priggish well cat led ill verse my
will is ho gung for the
Can hearse with the same 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 I'm done
With training of explaining as the crates in 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 come
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Well then widdit