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 now niggaz
(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', dawg two around here
What chu move around here, and you know I my tool around here
My niggaz act a 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 them fiends, that raw down here, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, I you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter the body, get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round
Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down
Them young niggaz similar to Kong, round here
A pocket of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song round

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

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