Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: star

Heh
A y'all (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I spits for thug cats
drug rats

it raw

Niggaz that
the greenbacks
And stay with the weed sack
Spliff one of the famous foreigners
east flat-bush
Fire arms till you no longer breather
it hot
Standin on the corner wit the
at me
Lampin in defiance wit my seats
Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? where you and her at

2: rah digga

Lyrically
And to get lyrical
for residuals
Rhymin be the
Ill
Bad
Watch my voice battle
I'm spittin battle raps
On the horse
And I keep my saddle
You'd be headin up the river 'where the paddle at? '
Got a rhyme
Rah digga front ya
Leavin niggaz stuck like I was

Got from the hood
Thinkin shit all
I'm askin all
Watcha come around fo!!!
Got niggaz outta
Tryin to and be down
I'm all y'all
Watcha around here fo!!!
Got niggaz
they fuckin wit mine
I'm all y'all
Watcha come here fo!!!
I'm all y'all
Watcha come here fo!!!
I'm askin all
Watcha come around fo!!!

3: baby sham

It makes of sense
When you see sham in black
high friends
Pull up the club wit dark
Never out
Thats why they lookin in my mouth
They must have
Like who the wit no lookouts
You'd be and surprised to who would run in your house
And tag their names on the stomach of your spouse
I leave you wit dat
Bib qb
in black
And foul to match

Verse 4: rhymes

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the controller
I gas like the fizz outta your coca cola
Live like the energy of solar
With thug niggaz wit like bullet head and cobra
Street be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
Bear furs like australian polar
Hang up on whack bitches who call the
And faggots like you don't make me have ta show ya

Verse 5:

Ramp I'm not talkin son I'm out clappin
All you whack niggaz be poppin shit niggaz actin
Flipmode number 1 squad make shit happen
I'm rippin down shit y'all other niggaz slackin
Money cats is stocked and locked I'm stackin
Them grimy niggaz with me
niggaz packin
Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in your and
8 bullets total in all I'm trackin

Verse 6: marciano

2 for my like 10 in the mornin
Squish your organs like swiss whippin the arm
And blaze I play the corner
Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my
Mauziano I'm like a tzar holdin golden
& dough I hold my arm swollen
On the belong for soldiers I control is like they seein moses
for flows I pose to split you open
Layin back rappers for picture me slap on my rappin boots

Verse 7: lord mercy

The is the globe
Where I work my magic merlin unfold
enclosure
Life worthless no
Perfect
Like ayatola's turbans and
the counties of kings
Bails, bounties, pissie
50
Probably hell on this earth
Legend of
Smash ghettos & turf
Menace work
lord blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah