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 scared now
(Round here, here)
We know you now
Marcy
(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 around here
My niggaz act a fool around here,
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we bang
Put in game down here, make change here
I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

And I done made my way, here
And hoes know, I twist them like haze round here
Been made here, blow hay round here
Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down
Down here, yeah, and I aired down there
But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead here
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 ridin' clean, on them things here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here,
We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here,
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 blow for no mo' then 24 down
This is the season for the zoe's round
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low down
From nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and
For talkin' too much, be for certain, them niggaz
You can buy it, from the down here
You know who sweat it down here, it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, round here
That's why every summer, bitches be 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, forget it
See the was tremendous, but this dick is strickly business
I'll be thuggin' forever, see I'ma fighter, not a
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded,
But the hoes, they care down here
They be suckin' and fuckin' all year down
They be on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' down here

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

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

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 on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round
A pocket full of stones, get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round

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

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

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