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
drug rats

it raw

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

Verse 2: rah

Lyrically
And inclined to get
for residuals
Rhymin be the
Ill
Bad
Watch my voice battle
While I'm battle raps
On the horse
And I my saddle strapped
be headin up the river like 'where the paddle at? '
Got a overload
Rah digga always ya
niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture

Got niggaz from the
Thinkin all good
I'm all y'all
Watcha come around 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 askin all
Watcha come around fo!!!
I'm all y'all
Watcha around here fo!!!
I'm askin all
Watcha come here fo!!!

3: baby sham

It makes alot of
you see sham in black benz
With friends
up the club wit dark tints
Never out
Thats why lookin dead in my mouth
They have doubts
Like who the stars wit no
be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house
And tag their on the stomach of your pregnant spouse
I leave you wit dat
Bib qb
in black
And attitudes to match

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 niggaz wit like bullet head and cobra
Street niggaz be the nights gettin cold, the rock
Bear skin furs australian polar
Hang up on whack bitches who the motorolla
And smack like you don't make me have ta show ya

Verse 5:

I'm not talkin son I'm comin out clappin
All you whack niggaz be poppin shit niggaz actin
Flipmode number 1 squad that make happen
I'm rippin down shit while other niggaz slackin
cats is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin
Them niggaz rollin 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 block like 10 in the
Squish your organs like swiss scheese the arm
And flava blaze I the corner
Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to my aura
Mauziano I'm a silver tzar holdin golden
Metal & dough I my arm swollen
On the farm belong for soldiers I control is they seein moses
Fiendin for I pose to split you open
Layin rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin boots

Verse 7: lord have

The is the globe
I work my magic like merlin unfold
Surface
Life no goals
controls
Like ayatola's turbans and
the counties of kings
Bails, bounties, lobbies
50
Probably hell on this earth
Legend of
Smash ghettos & turf
Menace incredible
lord blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah