Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: star

Heh
A flipmode (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I rhymes for thug cats
Neighborhood rats

it raw

Niggaz love
Stack the
And steady with the weed sack
Spliff one of the famous foreigners
>from flat-bush
Fire arms you no longer breather black
it hot
Standin on the wit the g-pack
at me
Lampin in wit my seats back
Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? you and her sleep at

2: rah digga

Lyrically
And inclined to get
for residuals
Rhymin be the
Ill
Bad
my voice battle cats
While I'm battle raps
On the horse
And I keep my strapped
You'd be headin up the river 'where the paddle at? '
Got a overload
Rah digga always ya
Leavin niggaz stuck I was accupuncture

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

Verse 3: sham

It makes of sense
When you see sham in black
With friends
Pull up the club wit dark
Never out
Thats why lookin dead in my mouth
They must have
Like who the wit no lookouts
You'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in your
And tag their on the stomach of your pregnant spouse
I leave you wit dat
Bib qb
in black
And foul to match

4: busta 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
With niggaz wit names like bullet head and cobra
Street niggaz be feelin the nights cold, the rock
Bear skin furs australian polar
Hang up on whack bitches who the motorolla
And smack faggots like you make me have 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
Flipmode number 1 squad make shit happen
I'm down shit while y'all other niggaz slackin
Money cats is stocked and locked plus I'm
Them grimy niggaz with me
niggaz packin
Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in your and
8 bullets total in all I'm street

Verse 6: marciano

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

Verse 7: lord have

The earth is the
Where I work my magic like merlin
enclosure
Life worthless no
Perfect
Like ayatola's and robes
From the of kings
Bails, bounties, lobbies
50
Probably bring hell on this
of dirt
Smash ghettos & turf
incredible work
Land lord blaze him and gave him the
Hah