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
drug rats

it raw

Niggaz love
Stack the
And steady with the weed sack
star one of the famous foreigners
>from flat-bush
Fire arms till you no 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
my voice battle cats
While I'm spittin raps
On the horse
And I keep my strapped
You'd be headin up the river 'where the paddle at? '
Got a rhyme
Rah digga always ya
Leavin niggaz like I was accupuncture

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

Verse 3: baby

It makes alot of
you see sham in black benz
With friends
Pull up the club wit tints
Never out
Thats why they lookin dead in my
They must doubts
who the stars wit no lookouts
You'd be and surprised to who would run in your house
And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant
I shall you wit dat
Bib qb
Boys in
And foul to match

Verse 4: rhymes

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 thug niggaz wit names like bullet head and
niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
Bear skin like australian polar
up on whack bitches who call the motorolla
And faggots like you don't make me have ta show ya

Verse 5:

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

Verse 6: marciano

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

Verse 7: have mercy

The earth is the
Where I my magic like merlin unfold
Surface
Life worthless no
controls
Like ayatola's and robes
From the counties of
Bails, bounties, pissie
50
Probably bring on this earth
of dirt
Smash ghettos & turf
Menace work
Land blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah