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 batter up Ahmad -- well then come widdit

Verse Ahmad

it's the niggerole that caught 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 three ways to 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 driven so I musta hit
Bought a Jag, 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 like Out
Don't it that they 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
Niggaz tryin to touch to me better stop before they get
I'm hot, like a skillet and grits, 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 clown while you drown in three feet
Beep like robots on Buck Rodgers plus I bust
25th rhymes so you decline
To battle anytime had skills since I was
Dope lines the only weapon that I cock, I drop
I stop 'cause biting's never condoned
From the 4th Avenue crew Jones

We all around 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

Verse Ras Kass

My foramen got 357 calibers
to bust a suckaz like Gallagher (pow)
Body chemistry consists of Hennessey, melanin
with an adamantium skeleton Wolverine
child, my heart pumps
Son I spit butane, any bastard you name 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 rougher then ribbed tip recepticles
Expect the exceptional syllables to be the man's umbilical cord
Catch distortion, ras kids like abortions
niggaz to hip hop hell, ock
Eternal damnation through writers
I rock over the results of and sands
ill, forget a live band just my mouth and hand
And man wasn't prehensile
I'd still find ways to grip mikes, my tip when I piss
and pick off lice
see, I always been nice but first 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 come widdit
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
I'm the third batter Saafir -- well then come

Three: Saafir the Saucee Nomad

Some it, but my saliva is liver
spit stenches drenches intricated, flow braggarts
Act cynic thyroid thermia
How I it squeezing juices, one-hundred
concentrated on easing nooses around the necks
of tricks, won't get this
hottie body carberuator
I'm the un-priggish well cat led ill verse my
is ho gung for the fortune
Can spell hearse with the same Addams apple grapple hook
Crooked, I fly crooked
For the crew, Hobo Junction, in a few plan
father and when they're older I'll teach them off
of confidence and to be omnipotent with content
Accomplishment for gladiation I'm
With training of explaining as the crates in B
instructs me to hit the yak
I'm here, on
The Nomadic, addict,

We went all the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Well come widdit
All the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it
Well then come