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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, I you prolly never known, round here
It get then the body, get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down
Them young niggaz similar to Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song here

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

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

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