Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: star

Heh
A y'all (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I spits for thug cats
drug rats

it raw

Niggaz love
Stack the
And stay steady with the weed
Spliff star one of the famous
>from flat-bush
Fire arms till you no longer breather
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

Verse 2: rah

inclined
And to get lyrical
for residuals
Rhymin be the
Ill
Bad
Watch my battle cats
I'm spittin battle raps
On the high
And I keep my saddle
be headin up the river like '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 askin all
Watcha come here fo!!!
Got outta town
to come and be down
I'm all y'all
Watcha come here fo!!!
Got online
Think they fuckin wit
I'm askin all
Watcha come around fo!!!
I'm askin all
Watcha come around fo!!!
I'm all y'all
Watcha come around fo!!!

3: baby sham

It makes alot of
When you see in black benz
With high
Pull up the wit dark tints
Never out
why they lookin dead in my mouth
They have doubts
Like who the wit no lookouts
You'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in your
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: busta

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the controller
I burst gas like the fizz outta coca cola
Live shit like the energy of
With thug niggaz wit names like bullet and cobra
Street be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
Bear skin furs like australian
up on whack bitches who call the motorolla
And smack faggots like you don't make me ta show ya

Verse 5:

Ramp I'm not talkin son I'm out clappin
All you whack niggaz be poppin shit y'all niggaz
number 1 squad that make shit happen
I'm rippin down shit y'all other niggaz slackin
Money cats is stocked and locked plus I'm
Them niggaz rollin with me
Them packin
Bust 4 in your pop 4 in your back and
8 bullets total in all I'm trackin

Verse 6: marciano

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

Verse 7: lord have

The earth is the
Where I work my magic like merlin
enclosure
Life worthless no
Perfect
Like turbans and robes
the counties of kings
Bails, bounties, pissie
50
Probably bring on this earth
Legend of
ghettos & general's turf
Menace incredible
Land lord blaze him and him the dirt
Hah