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
Stack the
And stay steady with the sack
Spliff star one of the famous
>from east
arms till you no longer breather black
it hot
Standin on the wit the g-pack
at me
Lampin in defiance wit my back
Got the game to wit ? jane? where you and her sleep at

Verse 2: rah

Lyrically
And to get lyrical
Checkin for
be the ritual
Ill
Bad
Watch my battle cats
While I'm battle raps
On the horse
And I my saddle strapped
You'd be up the river like 'where the paddle at? '
Got a overload
Rah digga front ya
Leavin niggaz stuck like I was

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

3: baby sham

It makes of sense
When you see in black benz
high friends
Pull up the club wit tints
jump out
Thats why they dead in my mouth
They have doubts
Like who the stars wit no
You'd be amazed and surprised to who run in your house
And tag their on the stomach of your pregnant spouse
I leave you wit dat
Bib qb
Boys in
And foul to match

Verse 4: busta

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the controller
I burst gas the fizz outta your coca cola
shit like the energy of solar
With thug niggaz wit names like bullet head and
Street be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
Bear skin like 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 actin
number 1 squad that make shit happen
I'm down shit while y'all other niggaz slackin
Money cats is and locked plus I'm stackin
Them niggaz rollin with me
niggaz packin
Bust 4 in your pop 4 in your back and
8 total in all I'm street trackin

6: rocky marciano

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

Verse 7: lord mercy

The is the globe
Where I work my like merlin unfold
Surface
Life no goals
Perfect
Like ayatola's and robes
From the counties of
Bails, bounties, lobbies
50
Probably hell on this earth
Legend of
Smash ghettos & general's
Menace incredible
Land lord blaze him and gave him the
Hah