Luyện nghe bài hát Where I Dwell

S-O-U-T-H, M-E-M-P-H-I-S, a guess
Can you figure it out, huh you see that park
Huh, you know time it is on, yeah....

[Verse 1: Gangsta
Got me runnin' and survive, up in this rap game
Play it fly, and equipped, wid blunts and blaze man
to the curbin', hold up cause I ain't servin'
Jump up and get ah cut ah stuff, get off to servin'
Armani or some coochie, her figure mixed wid
I'm ridin' fully loaded, plus cut, whatever me
Lil Buck and all your kinfolk, you the click was my folk
South Memphis bout to blow up, boo-hoo and can't sop us
So far from I was, sometimes I feel like catchin' myself
Before I go just let me know am I a wid myself
Is SPV my wealth, is SPV 'til the death
A Gangsta B so smoke the ashes passin' pullin' health
So comin' and plain, I guess the rules ah the game
Is hocus pocus tryna focus, barely it just
So a smell in hell, get the loot and get bail
SPV I dwell, and all the times shall

[Hook: Blac]
DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody us so
It's all a come up man,
can't be actin' strange
See I dwell in SPV, here ya cannot hang
See I dwell in SPV, here ya cannot hang

2: DJ Paul]
Fuck haters ain't savin' none ah you hoes in the P
The Prophet the Possee, the BHZ wid SPV
The bustas we rush 'em quick, one come on scary bitch
We squeezin' them forties wid the mufflers and them reds
Straight at your, fuckin' dome, coward shoulda stayed at
shoulda come South, never shoulda ran his mouth
Sherm wid comin' through,
slammed wid killers of my crew
We trill, we killin' the body we spilled
but I thought you knew,
The motherfuckin' scores, cover them holes in your back
You leakin' like ah faucet any second your gon' be on flat
Triple fuckin' Six, in your face got you
Duck my thugs from Two Lane and QueensMound, give 'em a to duck,
never shoulda took the trip, knowin' that the Haven's buck
Buckshots that we produce, and we leavin' 'em loose in insides
They through his guts,
The closer ya come the ya encounter from outer space
The Black Haven Zone, the BHZ niggas gon' your place over

Gangsta Blac & DJ Paul]
DJ Paul, Gangsta everybody hate us so
It's all about a up man
Bustas can't be strange
See I dwell in SPV, over you cannot hang
[See I dwell in BHZ, here you cannot hang]

[Verse 3: J]
1995, Styles the album was the shit
Me and DJ Paul hit the back and the fattest chicks
We was movin' was comin' clean wid something flexin'
bought a Bourbon after that '92 a Lexus
Playa haters started cause they saw us slammin doors
I couldn't, stop, here, they don't fuck, wid a nigga no
But yet I fuck wid you, I also fuck wid business to
stack some cheese, for the keys, to my crib fool
Everything was cool you saw a nigga hype the street
Everything was true, I said you hoes didn't fuck wid me
Now I'm makin' money and my is risin' quick
Major labels callin' everyday, tryna get wid
Northside for life man, a ain't tryna change
I trick it wid the niggas that stay real, true to the
Lames don't step up, stuck up bitches need to suck, a ass dick
For the six, fuck them ducks

Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]
DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody us so
It's all about a up man
can't be actin' strange
See I dwell in SPV, over you cannot hang
[See I dwell in NMC, know you cannot hang]

DJ Paul, Gangsta everybody hate us so
all about a come up man
Bustas be actin' strange
See I dwell in SPV, over here you cannot
See I dwell in SPV, over you cannot hang