Luyện nghe bài hát Hiding Place

Where you gonna

Where you gonna
Dog, Jay Dee
Where you gonna

Where you hide?

Another little brother
Sending out across the nation

I'm a hell of a problem, has the answer
Pooh be out, like a body of cancer
My stanza, get it like a car, (vroom)
Usher in the new era, this y'all (this y'all)
I'm raw strip down, no
A distilled emcee, no
No
A smooth criminal the rape charge
I, shake and bake, bring terror to squad
My, ferocious
I'm so
I pray to God that the world knows
No one flaws in your scheme dog
Me and Dilla go hard, my
You don't want problems (problems)
I'm a nigga that'll 'em (solve 'em)
a doubt, ya
I'm in the booth, cold knockin out
Tell my tales by of mouth
Ya, you me

(Hook)
you gonna hide?
When the sun down, and the lights in the city get low
you gonna hide?
When your peeps aint around, and there no place to go
Where you hide?
the hood starts 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
strangle the air in your throat
Like you jump from a chair and
In mid-air a rope
Got a big gun and carry a
The flair of the
Keep niggaz quiet words that librarians spoke
I'm arrogant,
Blow your face out, and out the dandruff
The jakes make out the handprints
I'm as real as it gets, the steel and the clips
and make niggaz duck, and kneel and do splits

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

and plan a perfect verse
Then burst like a
that jerked from a cannon
Then landed to the
Its me on the song, featured fleet
is strong
It's a gypsy reading a
with a drawn
Never of the wrong reefer
A chief, of the don ballest
As long as the bronze is bronze
Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I come and get you
Dressed a gun with pistols, and AK's in a bundle

And Tay is it lovely, cause I'm one with the game
So I sat back, chilled, Foreign Exchange
And a lot of rap got lost
Heard carrying tunes and assumed he don got soft
didn't understand it was my next direction
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 wack putting records out
This is all live nigga, it out
Lb, S bill a fam on a
And I ain't about people 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 aint around, and there aint no to go
you gonna hide?
When the hood watchin, and the boys got they eyes on your safe
Where you gonna
Aint nowhere to run, and there aint no place