Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: star

Heh
A flipmode (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I spits rhymes for thug
Neighborhood rats

it raw

Niggaz love
Stack the
And stay steady the weed sack
Spliff star one of the foreigners
east flat-bush
Fire arms you no longer breather black
it hot
Standin on the corner wit the
at me
Lampin in defiance wit my seats
Got the to fuck wit ? jane? where you and her sleep at

Verse 2: rah

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

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

3: baby sham

It alot of sense
When you see sham in black
With friends
Pull up the club wit dark
jump out
Thats why they dead in my mouth
They must have
Like who the wit no lookouts
be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house
And tag names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse
I shall you wit dat
Bib qb
Boys in
And foul attitudes to

Verse 4: busta

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the controller
I burst gas like the fizz outta your cola
Live like the energy of solar
With niggaz wit names like bullet head and cobra
Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the
Bear skin like australian polar
Hang up on whack who call the motorolla
And smack faggots like you make me have ta show ya

Verse 5:

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

Verse 6: marciano

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

Verse 7: lord have

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