Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

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

(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be now niggaz
(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 eight in a morn', dawg two around here
What chu move around here, and you I keep my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we forever
Put in game down here, make down here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here,

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

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

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

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

I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and dealers
And if ridin' wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget it
See the head was tremendous, but dick 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 care here
They be suckin' and all year down here
They be on the pill, down here
Got mo' that what the motherfuckin' meal down here

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

Oh yeah, I know you never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, get the wrong
It's Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round
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 like the song here

Hey, it safe for the faker walkin' home round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down
make 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 matters here

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