Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

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

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

I let you know, how I do it round
And I'm out eight in a morn', Glock two around here
What chu move around here, and you I keep my tool around 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 down here, make change down
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here,

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

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

here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round
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 here
This is the season for the zoe's here
If you who you know, you can get it for the low down here
From to birds, you can get it flipped and served
For talkin' too much, be for certain, niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the cops down
You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin' round
That's why every summer, bitches be missin' round

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

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

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

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

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

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

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