Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: spliff

Heh
A flipmode (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I spits rhymes for thug
drug rats

it raw

Niggaz love
the greenbacks
And stay steady with the sack
star one of the famous foreigners
>from east
arms till you no longer breather black
it hot
Standin on the wit the g-pack
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 inclined to get
Checkin for
be the ritual
Ill
Bad
Watch my voice cats
While I'm spittin battle
On the horse
And I keep my strapped
You'd be headin up the river like 'where the at? '
Got a overload
Rah always front ya
Leavin niggaz like I was accupuncture

Got niggaz from the
shit all good
I'm all y'all
Watcha come here fo!!!
Got niggaz town
to come and be down
I'm askin all
come around here fo!!!
Got online
they fuckin wit mine
I'm all y'all
Watcha around here fo!!!
I'm all y'all
Watcha come here fo!!!
I'm askin all
come around here fo!!!

Verse 3: baby

It makes of sense
you see sham in black benz
With high
Pull up the club wit tints
jump out
Thats why they lookin dead in my
They must have
Like who the stars wit no
be amazed and surprised to who would run in your house
And tag names on the stomach of your pregnant spouse
I shall you wit dat
Bib qb
Boys in
And attitudes to match

Verse 4: rhymes

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the controller
I burst gas the fizz outta your coca cola
Live shit like the of solar
With thug niggaz wit names bullet head and cobra
Street niggaz be feelin the nights cold, the rock
skin furs like australian polar
Hang up on whack bitches who call the
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 y'all other niggaz slackin
cats is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin
Them grimy niggaz rollin me
Them packin
Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in back and
8 bullets in all I'm street trackin

6: rocky marciano

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

Verse 7: lord mercy

The is the globe
Where I my magic like merlin unfold
Surface
worthless no goals
Perfect
Like ayatola's and robes
From the of kings
Bails, bounties, pissie
50
bring hell on this earth
Legend of
ghettos & general's turf
Menace incredible
Land lord blaze him and him the dirt
Hah