Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: spliff

Heh
A y'all (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I spits rhymes for thug
Neighborhood drug

it raw

Niggaz love
the greenbacks
And stay steady with the weed
Spliff one of the famous foreigners
>from flat-bush
arms till you no longer breather black
it hot
Standin on the corner wit the
at me
Lampin in defiance wit my seats
Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? you and her sleep at

2: rah digga

Lyrically
And inclined to get
Checkin for
be the ritual
Ill
Bad
Watch my voice battle
I'm spittin battle raps
On the horse
And I keep my saddle
be headin up the river like 'where the paddle at? '
Got a rhyme
Rah always front ya
Leavin stuck like I was accupuncture

Got niggaz the hood
shit all good
I'm askin all
Watcha come here fo!!!
Got outta town
to come and be down
I'm askin all
Watcha around here fo!!!
Got online
Think fuckin wit mine
I'm all y'all
come around here fo!!!
I'm all y'all
come around here fo!!!
I'm askin all
Watcha come here fo!!!

Verse 3: baby

It makes alot of
you see sham in black benz
With friends
Pull up the club wit tints
Never out
Thats why they lookin in my mouth
They have doubts
Like who the wit no lookouts
You'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in house
And tag their names on the stomach of pregnant spouse
I shall you wit dat
Bib qb
in black
And attitudes to match

Verse 4: rhymes

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

Verse 5:

Ramp I'm not talkin son I'm comin out
All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y'all niggaz
Flipmode number 1 squad that shit happen
I'm rippin down shit while y'all niggaz slackin
Money is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin
Them grimy niggaz with me
niggaz packin
Bust 4 in your pop 4 in your back and
8 bullets in all I'm street trackin

6: rocky 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 neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura
Mauziano I'm a silver tzar holdin golden
& dough I hold my arm swollen
On the farm belong for I control is like they seein moses
Fiendin for flows I pose to you open
Layin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin

Verse 7: lord mercy

The earth is the
Where I work my magic like merlin
Surface
Life worthless no
Perfect
ayatola's turbans and robes
From the counties of
Bails, bounties, lobbies
50
Probably bring hell on this
of dirt
Smash ghettos & general's
Menace incredible
lord blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah