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 in a morn', dawg Glock two around here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my around here
My act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we forever
Put in game down here, change down here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw down here, yeah

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

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

Round here, yeah, here, yeah
We clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here,
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
This is the season for the round here
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low here
From nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and
For too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the cops down
You know who sweat it down here, it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, round here
That's why summer, bitches be missin' round here

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

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

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

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
killers tote pistols, like they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on here
So boy, keep ya drops like the song round here

Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home round
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know round
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round
Get a in ya dome, 'bout ya rims 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, round here,
Yeah, we clean, on them things 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 blowin' dro, low round here, yeah