Luyện nghe bài hát Come Widdit

We went all the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the first batter up -- 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 it's the niggerole that caught Foot
cause the vibe keeps in funk, makes you rock to the side
Gave it all I had, just to what I got
Niggaz tryin to be bad, and they mad 'cause not
Gonna defeat the rapper who got three to sack a
I slaughter wack MC's with ease
These what you get and a busted lip
What you when you come at me with buster shit
All that given driven so I musta hit
Bought a Jag, chillin on the just to dip
Get it right, cause I get it, 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 West blew up and it
And I'd braid it if I had it but for now I it balded
Niggaz tryin to touch to me better stop before they get
I'm hot, like a and grits, crush you to bits
When I look the room, and then lower the boom, and
Think that can defeat the man that can't be beat
I do the breaststroke while you drown in three feet
Beep beep like on Buck Rodgers plus I bust
25th century rhymes so you
To battle had skills since I was nine
Dope lines the only that I cock, I never drop
I clones 'cause biting's never condoned
From the Westside 4th crew Jones

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 foramen magnum got 357
to bust a suckaz melon Gallagher (pow)
Body chemistry of Hennessey, toxic 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 name's not Anfernee
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 exceptional syllables to be the next umbilical cord
Catch distortion, ras cancels like abortions
niggaz to hip hop hell, ock
Eternal through writers block
I rock the results of Reeboks and sands
ill, forget a live band just my mouth and hand
And man wasn't prehensile
I'd still find to grip mikes, hold my tip when I piss
and pick off lice
Cause see, I always nice but first 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 third batter Saafir -- well come widdit

Verse Three: the Saucee Nomad

Some it, but my saliva is liver
stenches drenches been intricated, flow braggarts
Act cynic thyroid hypodermic
How I it squeezing juices, one-hundred
percent concentrated on easing nooses around the
of tricks, won't get this
Thick hottie carberuator
I'm the un-priggish cat led bredded-well ill verse my
is ho gung for the fortune
Can spell hearse with the same Family apple grapple hook
Crooked, I fly crooked
For the crew, Junction, in a few I'll plan
soldier 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 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
then come widdit