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 the weed sack
Spliff star one of the famous
>from flat-bush
Fire arms till you no 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 to get lyrical
Checkin for
Rhymin be the
Ill
Bad
Watch my voice cats
I'm spittin battle raps
On the horse
And I keep my strapped
You'd be headin up the river like 'where the at? '
Got a overload
Rah digga always ya
Leavin niggaz stuck I was accupuncture

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

3: baby sham

It makes of sense
When you see sham in benz
With high
Pull up the wit dark tints
Never out
why they lookin dead in my mouth
They have doubts
who the stars wit no lookouts
You'd be amazed and to who would run in your house
And tag their names on the stomach of 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 the fizz outta your coca cola
Live shit like the of solar
With thug niggaz wit like bullet head and cobra
niggaz be feelin the nights gettin cold, the rock
Bear skin furs like australian
Hang up on whack who call the motorolla
And smack faggots you don't make me have ta show ya

Verse 5:

I'm not talkin son I'm comin out clappin
All you whack niggaz be shit y'all niggaz actin
Flipmode number 1 squad that make happen
I'm rippin down shit while other niggaz slackin
Money is stocked and locked plus I'm stackin
Them grimy niggaz rollin 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 like swiss scheese whippin the arm
And flava I play the corner
up your neighbors wit my tape in order to feel my aura
Mauziano I'm like a silver tzar holdin
Metal & I hold my arm swollen
On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they moses
Fiendin for I pose to split you open
Layin back rappers for motion picture me on my rappin boots

Verse 7: lord have

The is the globe
Where I work my magic like unfold
Surface
worthless no goals
Perfect
ayatola's turbans and robes
From the of kings
Bails, bounties, pissie
50
Probably bring on this earth
of dirt
Smash ghettos & general's
Menace work
lord blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah