Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: star

Heh
A flipmode (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I spits for thug cats
drug rats

it raw

Niggaz love
the greenbacks
And stay steady with the sack
Spliff star one of the famous
>from east
Fire arms till you no longer black
it hot
Standin on the corner wit the
at me
Lampin in wit my seats back
Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? you and her sleep at

2: rah digga

Lyrically
And inclined to get
Checkin for
be the ritual
Ill
Bad
Watch my voice battle
I'm spittin battle raps
On the high
And I keep my strapped
You'd be headin up the like 'where the paddle at? '
Got a overload
Rah digga always ya
Leavin niggaz like I was accupuncture

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

Verse 3: baby

It alot of sense
When you see in black benz
With friends
up the club wit dark tints
Never out
Thats why lookin dead in my mouth
must have doubts
Like who the wit no lookouts
be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house
And tag their names on the stomach of your spouse
I shall you wit dat
Bib qb
in black
And foul to match

Verse 4: rhymes

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the controller
I burst gas like the outta your coca cola
shit like the energy of solar
With niggaz wit names like bullet head and cobra
Street be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
skin furs like australian polar
Hang up on whack who call 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 whack niggaz be poppin y'all niggaz actin
Flipmode 1 squad that make shit happen
I'm rippin down shit while y'all other niggaz
Money cats is stocked and locked plus I'm
Them grimy niggaz with me
Them niggaz
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 10 in the mornin
Squish your organs like swiss scheese the arm
And flava blaze I the corner
Wake up your wit my tape in order to feel my aura
Mauziano I'm a silver tzar holdin golden
Metal & dough I hold my arm
On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they moses
Fiendin for I pose to split you open
Layin back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin

Verse 7: have mercy

The earth is the
Where I work my magic like unfold
enclosure
Life no goals
Perfect
Like ayatola's turbans and
the counties of kings
Bails, bounties, pissie
50
Probably hell on this earth
of dirt
Smash ghettos & general's
incredible work
Land lord him and gave him the dirt
Hah