Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

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

(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now
(Round here, here)
We you scared 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 here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool here
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 change down
I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

And I done made my way, here
And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round
Been made down here, blow hay round
Ask around, them niggaz know I lay here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired down
But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead here
Round here, and I'm still in my 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, round here, yeah, round here,
We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah

Round here, yeah, round here,
We ridin' clean, on them things round
Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah
We dro, gettin' low round 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 down
From nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and
For talkin' too much, be for certain, niggaz workin'
You can buy it, the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so round here
So bitches out there, snitchin' round here
That's why every summer, be missin' round here

I roll wit straight killers, niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best believe 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 down here
be heavy on the pill, down here
Got mo' that what the motherfuckin' meal down here

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

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

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round
It get hotter then the body, get the wrong
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round
Young killers tote pistols, like they grown here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round
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 home round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't round here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims here
make them dubs, look like 10 down here
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us round here
Money, hoes, cars, is all that matters down here

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

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