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 cats
Neighborhood drug

it raw

Niggaz that
the greenbacks
And stay with the weed sack
Spliff star one of the famous
>from flat-bush
Fire arms till you no longer black
it hot
Standin on the corner wit the
at me
Lampin in defiance wit my back
Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? where you and her at

Verse 2: rah

Lyrically
And to get lyrical
Checkin for
Rhymin be the
Ill
Bad
Watch my voice battle
While I'm spittin raps
On the horse
And I my saddle strapped
You'd be headin up the river 'where the paddle at? '
Got a rhyme
Rah always front ya
Leavin niggaz stuck I was accupuncture

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

3: baby sham

It makes of sense
you see sham in black benz
With high
Pull up the wit dark tints
jump 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 pregnant spouse
I leave you wit dat
Bib qb
Boys in
And attitudes to match

4: busta rhymes

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

Verse 6: rocky

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

Verse 7: have mercy

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