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
Neighborhood drug

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 longer breather
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
for residuals
Rhymin be the
Ill
Bad
my voice battle cats
While I'm spittin battle
On the high
And I keep my saddle
You'd be headin up the river like the paddle at? '
Got a rhyme
Rah digga front ya
Leavin niggaz stuck I was accupuncture

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

Verse 3: sham

It makes of sense
When you see in black benz
With high
Pull up the club wit tints
jump out
Thats why they lookin dead in my
They have doubts
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: rhymes

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

Verse 6: marciano

2 for my block like 10 in the
Squish your like swiss scheese whippin the arm
And flava I play the corner
Wake up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my
Mauziano I'm a silver tzar holdin golden
Metal & dough I 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: have mercy

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