Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: spliff

Heh
A y'all (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I rhymes for thug cats
Neighborhood rats

it raw

Niggaz love
the greenbacks
And steady with the weed sack
Spliff one of the famous foreigners
>from east
Fire arms till you no breather black
it hot
Standin on the corner wit the
at me
Lampin in wit my seats back
Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? where you and her at

2: rah digga

Lyrically
And to get lyrical
Checkin for
be the ritual
Ill
Bad
Watch my voice battle
While I'm battle raps
On the high
And I keep my saddle
You'd be headin up the river like the paddle at? '
Got a overload
Rah always front ya
Leavin niggaz like I was accupuncture

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

3: baby sham

It alot of sense
you see sham in black benz
With high
Pull up the club wit tints
Never out
Thats why lookin dead in my mouth
They have doubts
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 pregnant
I shall you wit dat
Bib qb
in black
And foul attitudes to

Verse 4: rhymes

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the controller
I burst gas like the fizz outta coca cola
Live shit like the of solar
With thug niggaz wit names like bullet and cobra
Street niggaz be the nights gettin cold, the rock
Bear skin furs like polar
Hang up on whack bitches who the motorolla
And smack faggots like you don't make me have ta ya

Verse 5:

I'm not talkin son I'm comin out clappin
All you whack be poppin shit y'all niggaz actin
Flipmode number 1 that make shit happen
I'm rippin down shit while other niggaz slackin
Money cats is stocked and plus I'm stackin
Them niggaz rollin with me
Them niggaz
Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in back and
8 bullets total in all I'm street

6: rocky marciano

2 for my block like 10 in the
Squish your organs swiss scheese whippin the arm
And flava blaze I the corner
Wake up your neighbors wit my in order to feel my aura
I'm like a silver tzar holdin golden
Metal & dough I my arm swollen
On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they moses
Fiendin for flows I pose to you open
Layin back rappers for motion picture me on my rappin boots

Verse 7: have mercy

The earth is the
Where I work my magic merlin unfold
Surface
Life worthless no
controls
Like ayatola's turbans and
From the counties of
Bails, bounties, pissie
50
Probably hell on this earth
of dirt
Smash ghettos & turf
incredible work
Land lord blaze him and him the dirt
Hah