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 steady with the weed
star one of the famous foreigners
>from flat-bush
Fire arms till you no longer breather
it hot
Standin on the corner wit the
at me
Lampin in defiance wit my back
Got the game to wit ? jane? where you and her sleep at

2: rah digga

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

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

3: baby sham

It makes of sense
When you see sham in benz
high friends
Pull up the club wit tints
Never out
why they lookin dead in my mouth
They must have
Like who the stars wit no
You'd be amazed and 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 attitudes to

Verse 4: busta

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the controller
I burst gas like the fizz your coca cola
Live like the energy of solar
With thug niggaz wit like bullet head and cobra
Street niggaz be feelin the gettin cold, the rock
skin furs like australian polar
Hang up on whack bitches who call the
And smack faggots like you don't me have ta show ya

Verse 5:

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

Verse 6: rocky

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

Verse 7: lord have

The is the globe
Where I work my magic merlin unfold
Surface
worthless no goals
Perfect
ayatola's turbans and robes
From the counties of
Bails, bounties, lobbies
50
bring hell on this earth
Legend of
Smash ghettos & turf
incredible work
Land lord him and gave him the dirt
Hah