Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

Uh yeah
Yeah yeah
Know what it sound
(It's the Roc nigga)

(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now
(Round here, here)
We know you now
House
(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 I keep my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool 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 'caine here, yeah

And I made my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist them like round here
Been made down here, hay round here
Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down
Down here, yeah, and I done aired down
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 wit no fears

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

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

It's hot as hell, but it snows down
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
From nickels to birds, you can get it and served
For talkin' too much, be for certain, niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the down here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin' here
That's why every summer, bitches be missin' here

I roll wit killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best believe my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget 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 suckin' and fuckin' all year down
They be heavy on the pill, down
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down

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

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

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

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

here, yeah, round here, yeah
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 things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here,
We dro, gettin' low round here, yeah