Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: spliff

Heh
A y'all (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I rhymes for thug cats
drug rats

it raw

Niggaz that
Stack the
And stay steady the weed sack
star one of the famous foreigners
>from flat-bush
Fire till 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? where you and her at

2: rah digga

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

Got niggaz the hood
Thinkin shit all
I'm askin all
come around here fo!!!
Got niggaz outta
Tryin to come and be
I'm askin all
come around here fo!!!
Got online
Think they fuckin wit
I'm all y'all
Watcha around here fo!!!
I'm askin all
come around here fo!!!
I'm all y'all
Watcha come here fo!!!

Verse 3: baby

It alot of sense
When you see sham in black
high friends
Pull up the club wit dark
Never out
why they lookin dead in my mouth
They have doubts
who the stars wit no lookouts
You'd be and surprised to who would run in your house
And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant
I shall you wit dat
Bib qb
Boys in
And foul to match

Verse 4: rhymes

Yo
Now who you be god
I be the soul
I burst gas like the outta your coca cola
Live shit like the energy of
With thug niggaz wit names like bullet and cobra
Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the
Bear skin furs australian polar
up on whack bitches who call the motorolla
And faggots like you don't make me have ta show ya

Verse 5:

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

Verse 6: rocky

2 for my like 10 in the mornin
Squish your organs like scheese whippin the arm
And flava I play the corner
Wake up your wit my tape in order to feel my aura
I'm like a silver tzar holdin golden
Metal & I hold my arm swollen
On the farm belong for I control is like they seein moses
Fiendin for I pose to split you open
Layin back rappers for picture me slap on my rappin boots

Verse 7: lord mercy

The is the globe
I work my magic like merlin unfold
Surface
Life worthless no
controls
Like ayatola's turbans and
From the of kings
Bails, bounties, pissie
50
Probably hell on this earth
Legend of
Smash ghettos & general's
Menace work
Land blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah