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 rats

it raw

Niggaz that
Stack the
And stay steady with the weed
Spliff 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? you and her sleep at

Verse 2: rah

inclined
And to get lyrical
Checkin for
be the ritual
Ill
Bad
my voice battle cats
While I'm spittin raps
On the horse
And I keep my saddle
You'd be headin up the river like the paddle at? '
Got a rhyme
Rah digga always ya
niggaz stuck like I was accupuncture

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

3: baby sham

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

Verse 4: busta

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

Verse 5:

Ramp I'm not talkin son I'm comin out
All you whack niggaz be poppin shit niggaz actin
Flipmode number 1 squad that make happen
I'm rippin down while y'all other niggaz slackin
cats is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin
Them grimy rollin with me
Them packin
Bust 4 in your face pop 4 in back and
8 bullets 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 neighbors wit my 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 soldiers I control is like seein moses
for flows I pose to split you open
Layin rappers for motion picture me slap on my rappin boots

Verse 7: lord have

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