Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

[Chorus: (Paul Wall)]
it's just a hood thing, woodgrain, grippin on the Friday*
My chain lookin the sun
Swag turned way up, maybe 'cause I'm up, stay plush
I know where y'all came from
But that's just how we do (that's-that's how we do it here)
That's how we do it here (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
how we do (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
That's how we do it here (that's-that's-that's-that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
how we do

[Verse 1: Wall]
Knock, knock, who is it? Guess who come to pay a
It's the Mr. Walking Blizzard, the "here lizard, lizard"
Flyer than a of pigeons, the earlobes are vivid
But if you try to test, you'll get like a brisket
Last palace, fast livin, Family Guy Peter Griffin
And my is stuffed like turkeys at Thanksgiving
I grind hard, my pockets full like Easter
Paper long, my money stretchin like yoga
"Get Money", yeah that's my task, I'm throwed a piece of trash
My wrists light up like camera flash while commentators in the past
But me and Koopa on our mash from Antoine to Ledbetter
Got more paper a mail shredder, 'cause 'round here we go getters

[Verse 2:
Chamillitary mayne, who knowin just how I do, so it's to turn up your tuner
With radio play or not, they talk about me like a (rumor)
And they hope my album will on the streets and come sooner (sooner)
I now renounce my throne as the of Zamunda
Hollywood, not true, sick, ah-choo
The inventors of the "what it do, " where the Don of the candy blue
We really mean to brag but we legends so act like you knew
That we one below Pimp and Screw but we (way higher than you)
I'm skatin, no Daytons, with Paul to plate and (plate and)
Ya must've got us mistaken 'cause ain't no play-action (fakin)
Earthquakin, trunk shakin (shakin), the in my state and (say what?)
The treat me like I'm God, be like As-Salamu Alaykum, so vacant

[Verse 3: Wall]
'Round here the grind pays, all work and no play
My pockets thick like Deltas and my Sprite's pink AKA's
Brace yourself, be amazed, all haters can suck on these
Me and Cham back in the game, I'm Reggie Bush, he's Drew
I run the mic and he's so throwed, now all the are quite pleased
'Cause they thought we fell off like dry and bad weave
"Get Ya Mind Correct" please, my cold like winter breeze
'Cause I'm grindin up all night little kids on Christmas Eve
I keep the stacks on like a lawn chair
The wristware off a glare, so when ya stare, do so with care
'Round here we one hundred but them far from it
Everyday I'm in the paper like the comics, how we do it 'round