Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

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

(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be now niggaz
(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 know I my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool around here,
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we forever
Put in down here, make change down here
I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

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

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

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

I roll wit killers, thug niggaz, and drug 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
I'll be thuggin' forever, see fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded,
But the hoes, they don't down here
They be suckin' and fuckin' all year here
They be heavy on the pill, down
Got mo' than that what the meal down here

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

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

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round
It get hotter then the body, get the idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome 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, would get you on down
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song here

Hey, it ain't 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 blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone here
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims here
24's make them dubs, look like 10 down
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 them round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here,
We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah

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