Luyện nghe bài hát Watcha Come Around Here

Verse 1: spliff

Heh
A y'all (x4)
Hah
Heh

Yo
Yo, uh
I spits rhymes for cats
drug rats

it raw

Niggaz love
the greenbacks
And steady with the weed sack
star one of the famous foreigners
>from east
Fire arms till you no longer black
it hot
Standin on the wit the g-pack
at me
Lampin in defiance wit my seats
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
Watch my voice cats
While I'm spittin raps
On the high
And I my saddle strapped
You'd be up the river like 'where the paddle at? '
Got a overload
Rah always front ya
Leavin niggaz like I was accupuncture

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

Verse 3: baby

It makes of sense
When you see in black benz
With high
Pull up the club wit dark
jump out
Thats why they dead in my mouth
must have doubts
Like who the wit no lookouts
You'd be amazed and to who would run in your house
And tag their names on the stomach of your pregnant
I leave you wit dat
Bib qb
in black
And foul to match

4: busta rhymes

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

Verse 5:

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

6: rocky marciano

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

Verse 7: lord have

The is the globe
Where I work my magic like unfold
Surface
Life no goals
controls
Like turbans and robes
From the of kings
Bails, bounties, lobbies
50
Probably bring hell on this
Legend of
Smash ghettos & general's
incredible work
Land blaze him and gave him the dirt
Hah