Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

[Chorus: (Paul Wall)]
Guess just a hood thing, woodgrain, grippin on the Friday*
My chain lookin the sun
Swag turned way up, 'cause I'm draped up, stay plush
I don't know y'all came from
But just how we do (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
how we do it 'round here (that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
That's how we do (that's-that's how we do it here)
That's how we do it 'round (that's-that's-that's-that's-that's how we do it 'round here)
how we do

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

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

[Verse 3: Paul
'Round here the pays, it's all work and no play
My pockets thick like Deltas and my pink like AKA's
Brace yourself, you'll be amazed, all haters can suck on
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 wrist cold like breeze
'Cause I'm grindin up all night like kids on Christmas Eve
I keep the on deck like a lawn chair
The wristware off a glare, so when ya stare, do so with care
'Round we one hundred but them boys far from it
Everyday I'm in the paper like the comics, how we do it 'round