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
Neighborhood rats

it raw

Niggaz that
Stack the
And stay steady with the weed
Spliff star one of the famous
>from flat-bush
arms till you no longer breather black
it hot
Standin on the wit the g-pack
at me
Lampin in defiance wit my seats
Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? where you and her at

Verse 2: rah

inclined
And inclined to get
Checkin for
Rhymin be the
Ill
Bad
Watch my battle cats
I'm spittin battle raps
On the high
And I keep my saddle
You'd be headin up the river like the paddle at? '
Got a rhyme
Rah digga always ya
Leavin niggaz stuck I was accupuncture

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

3: baby sham

It alot of sense
When you see in black benz
high friends
Pull up the wit dark tints
Never out
Thats why they dead in my mouth
They have doubts
who the stars wit no lookouts
You'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in house
And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant
I shall you wit dat
Bib qb
Boys in
And foul attitudes to

4: busta rhymes

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the soul
I burst gas the fizz outta your coca cola
shit like the energy of solar
With thug wit names like bullet head and cobra
Street niggaz be feelin the 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 ta show ya

Verse 5:

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

Verse 6: marciano

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

Verse 7: lord have

The earth is the
Where I work my magic like merlin
enclosure
Life no goals
controls
Like ayatola's and robes
From the counties of
Bails, bounties, pissie
50
Probably bring on this earth
Legend of
Smash ghettos & turf
Menace incredible
Land blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah