Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

Uh yeah
Yeah yeah
Know what it sound
(It's the Roc nigga)

(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now
(Round here, here)
We know you now
Marcy
(Let's go, blaze)

I let you know, how I do it here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around
What chu move around here, and you know I my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool around here,
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we forever
Put in game here, make change down here
'Coz I them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

And I done my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist them like round here
Been made down here, hay round here
Ask around, them niggaz know I lay here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired there
But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead here
Round here, and I'm still in my Nike
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm wit no fears

Round here, yeah, here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things round
Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah
We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here,
We ridin' clean, on them round here
Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,

It's hot as hell, but it snows here
You get a box of blow for no mo' 24 down here
This is the for the zoe's round here
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low here
nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and served
For too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the cops here
You know who sweat it here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many out there, snitchin' round here
That's why every summer, bitches be round here

I roll wit straight killers, niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best them my niggaz
As for you bitches, about it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is business
I'll be thuggin' forever, see fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded,
But the hoes, they don't down here
They be and fuckin' all year down here
be heavy on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' down here

here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things here
Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah
We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round
Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round
It get then the body, get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', all that's goin' on round here
Young tote pistols, like they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round
A pocket full of stones, would get you on here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song here

Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown round
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down
24's them dubs, look like 10 down here
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that down here

here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them things here
Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah
We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

here, yeah, round here, yeah
We clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah
We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah