Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: star

Heh
A flipmode (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I spits rhymes for cats
drug rats

it raw

Niggaz that
Stack the
And stay steady with the weed
Spliff star one of the foreigners
east flat-bush
Fire arms till you no longer black
it hot
Standin on the wit the g-pack
at me
Lampin in defiance wit my back
Got the game to fuck wit ? where you and her sleep at

2: rah digga

Lyrically
And inclined to get
Checkin for
be the ritual
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 'where the at? '
Got a rhyme
Rah always front ya
Leavin niggaz stuck like I was

Got niggaz from the
shit all good
I'm all y'all
Watcha come around fo!!!
Got outta town
Tryin to come and be
I'm all y'all
come around here fo!!!
Got online
Think they fuckin wit
I'm askin 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 alot of sense
When you see in black benz
high friends
Pull up the club wit tints
Never out
why they lookin dead in my mouth
They must have
who the stars wit no lookouts
You'd be amazed and surprised to who run in your house
And tag their names on the stomach of your spouse
I leave 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 your coca cola
shit like the energy of solar
With thug niggaz wit like bullet head and cobra
Street niggaz be feelin the gettin cold, the rock
Bear skin furs like australian
Hang up on bitches who call the motorolla
And smack faggots you don't make me have ta show ya

Verse 5:

Ramp I'm not talkin son I'm out clappin
All you whack 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 and locked plus I'm stackin
Them niggaz rollin with me
niggaz packin
Bust 4 in face pop 4 in your back and
8 bullets total in all I'm trackin

Verse 6: rocky

2 for my like 10 in the mornin
Squish your organs like swiss scheese 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 tzar holdin golden
Metal & dough I hold my arm
On the belong for soldiers I control is like they seein moses
Fiendin for I pose to split you open
Layin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my boots

Verse 7: lord mercy

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