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 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', Glock two around here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool here
My act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we bang
Put in down here, make change down here
'Coz I serve fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

Round here, yeah, here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here,
We dro, gettin' 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 killers tote pistols, like they grown here
Them young niggaz to King Kong, round here
A full of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya like the song round here

Hey, it ain't for the faker walkin' home round here
Hey, the what we know if you ain't know round here
You say the wrong thang, get ya back 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 it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that down here

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

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