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
Stack the
And stay steady with the weed
star one of the famous foreigners
>from flat-bush
Fire arms till you no breather black
it hot
Standin on the corner wit the
at me
Lampin in defiance wit my back
Got the game to fuck wit ? jane? you and her sleep at

Verse 2: rah

Lyrically
And to get lyrical
for residuals
Rhymin be the
Ill
Bad
Watch my battle cats
I'm spittin battle raps
On the high
And I keep my strapped
You'd be headin up the like 'where the paddle at? '
Got a overload
Rah digga always ya
Leavin niggaz stuck like I was

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

Verse 3: sham

It makes of sense
When you see in black benz
With high
up the club wit dark tints
Never out
Thats why they lookin dead in my
They have doubts
who the stars wit no lookouts
You'd be amazed and surprised to who would run in your
And tag their names on the of your pregnant spouse
I leave 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 head and cobra
Street niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the
skin furs like australian polar
Hang up on bitches who call the motorolla
And smack like 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 y'all niggaz actin
Flipmode number 1 squad make shit happen
I'm rippin shit while y'all other niggaz slackin
Money cats is stocked and plus I'm stackin
Them grimy niggaz rollin me
niggaz packin
Bust 4 in face pop 4 in your back and
8 bullets total in all I'm trackin

Verse 6: rocky

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

The is the globe
Where I work my like merlin unfold
Surface
Life worthless no
Perfect
ayatola's turbans and robes
From the counties of
Bails, bounties, lobbies
50
Probably bring hell on this
Legend of
Smash & general's turf
Menace work
lord blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah