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

One: Ahmad

Well it's the niggerole that Foot Lock
cause the vibe keeps voxed in funk, makes you to the side
Gave it all I had, just to have I got
Niggaz to be bad, and they mad 'cause they not
defeat the rapper who got three ways to sack a
Quarterback I wack MC's with ease
nuts 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
Bought a Jag, on the Shore just to dip
Get it right, cause I get it, night in and out
I'm butter, up wack MC's like White Out
doubt 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 braid it if I had it but for now I keep it
Niggaz tryin to to me better stop before they get scalded
I'm hot, like a skillet and grits, crush you to
When I over the room, and then lower the boom, and
Think that they can defeat the man that 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
Dope lines the only weapon that I cock, I never
I stop clones 'cause biting's condoned
the Westside 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 foramen got 357 calibers
to bust a suckaz melon Gallagher (pow)
chemistry consists of Hennessey, toxic melanin
with an adamantium skeleton like
child, my pumps kerosene
Son I spit butane, burn any bastard you till I die
And when I'm maggots, I'ma still be fly
Perpetrator, not the one
name's not Anfernee Hardaway
I'm a wolf with blood dripping down the fangs
My techniques foul enough to shoot the flagrant
I be comin off the head rougher then ribbed tip
Expect the exceptional syllables to be the next man's cord
distortion, ras cancels kids 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 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 pubic
Cause see, I always nice but first brothers slept
Now I've come back like Christ to resurrect the West

We went all the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the third batter up, Saafir -- well come widdit
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the third batter Saafir -- then come widdit

Verse Three: Saafir the Saucee

Some spit it, but my saliva is
spit stenches drenches been intricated, flow
Act cynic thyroid hypodermic
How I earn it squeezing juices,
percent concentrated on easing nooses around the
of tricks, probably get this
Thick body carberuator
I'm the un-priggish well cat led ill verse my
is ho gung for the fortune
Can spell hearse the same Addams Family apple grapple hook
Crooked, I fly crooked
For the crew, Hobo Junction, in a few I'll
father soldier and when older I'll teach them off
Killings of confidence and to be with content
Accomplishment for gladiation I'm
training of explaining as the crates 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 widdit
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Well then widdit