Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: star

Heh
A flipmode (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I spits for thug cats
Neighborhood drug

it raw

Niggaz that
the greenbacks
And stay with the weed sack
Spliff one of the famous foreigners
>from flat-bush
Fire arms till you no longer black
it hot
Standin on the corner wit the
at me
Lampin in wit my seats back
Got the game to wit ? jane? where you and her sleep at

2: rah digga

Lyrically
And to get lyrical
for residuals
Rhymin be the
Ill
Bad
Watch my voice cats
While I'm spittin raps
On the high
And I keep my saddle
You'd be up the river like 'where the paddle at? '
Got a rhyme
Rah always front ya
niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture

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

Verse 3: sham

It alot of sense
When you see in black benz
With friends
Pull up the wit dark tints
Never out
Thats why they dead in my mouth
must have doubts
Like who the wit no lookouts
You'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in your
And tag their names on the stomach of your spouse
I leave you wit dat
Bib qb
in black
And attitudes to match

4: busta rhymes

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the soul
I burst gas like the fizz outta coca cola
shit like the energy of solar
With thug niggaz wit names like bullet head and
Street niggaz be feelin the nights cold, the rock
Bear skin furs like polar
Hang up on whack who call the motorolla
And smack faggots like you don't make me have ta ya

Verse 5:

Ramp I'm not talkin son I'm comin out
All you whack niggaz be shit y'all niggaz actin
Flipmode number 1 squad that make shit
I'm rippin down while y'all other niggaz slackin
Money is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin
Them niggaz rollin with me
niggaz packin
Bust 4 in 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 your organs like scheese whippin the arm
And flava blaze I the corner
Wake up neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura
Mauziano I'm like a silver tzar golden
Metal & I hold my arm swollen
On the farm for soldiers I control is like they seein moses
Fiendin for flows I pose to you open
Layin back rappers for picture me slap on my rappin boots

Verse 7: lord mercy

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