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 scared now
(Round here, here)
We know you now
Marcy
(Let's go, blaze)

I let you know, how I do it here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around
My act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we bang
Put in game down here, make down here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine here, yeah

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

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

here, yeah, round here, yeah
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' then 24 here
This is the season for the round here
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low down
From to birds, you can get it flipped and served
For too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the cops here
You who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin' round
That's why every summer, bitches be missin' here

I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and dealers
And if ridin' wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is business
I'll be 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 suckin' and fuckin' all down here
They be on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down

Round here, yeah, round here,
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on things round here
Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, 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 know you never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, get the idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on here
Young killers tote pistols, they grown down here
Them young similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket of stones, would get you on down here
So boy, keep ya drops like the song round here

Hey, it ain't for the faker walkin' home round here
Hey, the what we know if you ain't know 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 in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here
24's make dubs, look like 10 down here
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers here
Money, hoes, cars, is all that matters down here

Round 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,

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