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 you scared now
Marcy
(Let's go, blaze)

I let you know, how I do it round
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around
chu move around 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 here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine here, yeah

And I made my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round
made down here, blow 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 round
Round here, and I'm in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit no

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

It's hot as hell, but it snows down
You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down
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 cops here
You know who it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, round here
That's why summer, bitches be missin' round here

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

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

Oh yeah, I you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, get the idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on down here
and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like they grown 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 round here

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

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

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