Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

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

(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now
(Round here, here)
We you scared now
House
(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 around here, and you know I keep my tool here
My niggaz act a around here, yeah
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 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 here, blow hay round here
Ask around, them niggaz I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired there
But the streets was bigger, I the lead round here
here, and I'm still in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm wit no fears

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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