Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: spliff

Heh
A flipmode (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
star one of the famous foreigners
>from flat-bush
Fire till you no longer breather black
it hot
Standin on the corner wit the
at me
Lampin in wit my seats back
Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? you and her sleep at

Verse 2: rah

inclined
And inclined to get
Checkin for
be the ritual
Ill
Bad
my voice battle cats
While I'm spittin raps
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 stuck like I was accupuncture

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

Verse 3: baby

It makes of sense
When you see in black benz
With friends
Pull up the club wit tints
Never out
why they lookin dead in my mouth
They have doubts
Like who the stars wit no
You'd be amazed and surprised to who run in your house
And tag their names on the of your pregnant spouse
I leave you wit dat
Bib qb
Boys in
And attitudes to match

Verse 4: rhymes

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the soul
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 you don't make me have ta show ya

Verse 5:

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

Verse 6: marciano

2 for my block like 10 in the
Squish organs 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 like a tzar holdin golden
& dough I hold my arm swollen
On the farm belong for I control is like they seein moses
Fiendin for flows I to split you open
back rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin boots

Verse 7: lord mercy

The is the globe
Where I my magic like merlin unfold
enclosure
Life worthless no
Perfect
Like ayatola's turbans and
From the counties of
Bails, bounties, lobbies
50
bring hell on this earth
Legend of
ghettos & general's turf
Menace work
Land lord him and gave him the dirt
Hah