Luyện nghe bài hát Hiding Place

Where you hide?

Where you hide?
Dog, Jay Dee
Where you gonna

Where you hide?

Another little brother
this out across the nation

I'm a of a problem, nobody has the answer
Pooh be spreading out, like a of cancer
My stanza, get it like a car, (vroom)
Usher in the new era, this y'all (this y'all)
I'm raw down, no minerals
A emcee, no chemicals
No
A criminal before the rape charge
I, shake and bake, bring terror to squad
My, ferocious
I'm so
I pray to God that the world this
No one exposes flaws in your dog
Me and go hard, my Lord
You want know problems (problems)
I'm a nigga that'll 'em (solve 'em)
a doubt, ya
I'm in the booth, cold knockin out
Tell my by word of mouth
Ya, you me

(Hook)
Where you gonna
When the sun down, and the lights in the city get low
Where you gonna
When your peeps aint around, and aint no place to go
you gonna hide?
When the hood watchin, and the boys got they eye on your safe
Where you gonna
nowhere to run, and there aint no hiding place

Don't compare me to
I'll the air in your throat
you jump from a chair and choke
In mid-air from a
Got a big gun and a scope
The flair of the
Keep niggaz quiet like that librarians spoke
I'm arrogant,
your face out, and shake out the dandruff
The jakes make out the handprints
I'm as as it gets, with the steel and the clips
and make niggaz duck, and kneel and do splits

It gets no than this
Its Tay and dropping that definitive shit
This should have been a double commemorative disc
Cause might need us
And in your town, no telling where you see us
My team coming through in tees and wife beaters
Out, doin their damn like beavers
Yo, its P to the H-O, I the job
my Dominican Broad
Making me con queso

and plan a perfect verse
Then burst like a
that jerked from a circus
Then landed to the
Its me on the song, featured fleet
Breathing is
It's a gypsy a palm
with a drawn
Never gone of the wrong
A bong chief, of the don
As as the bronze is bronze sneakers
Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I come and get you
Dressed like a gun with pistols, and in a bundle

And Tay is it lovely, cause I'm one with the game
So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign
And a lot of rap niggaz got
Heard Phontigga tunes and assumed he don got soft
They didn't understand it was my next
So I'm playing and addressing questions
Like, yes I'm still a LB, no I'm not
No I don't eat meat, but yes I'm still
But all these niggaz putting records out
This is all live nigga, it out
Lb, S a fam on a mission
And I ain't worried about biting "Minstrel Show"
still teething on "The Listening"

Where you gonna
When the sun goes down, and the in the city get low
you gonna hide?
When your peeps around, and there aint no place to go
Where you hide?
When the hood watchin, and the boys got they eyes on your safe
Where you hide?
Aint to run, and there aint no hiding place