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 park sign
Huh, you know time it is on, yeah....

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

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

[Verse 2: DJ
Fuck haters ain't savin' ah you hoes in the never P
The the Possee, the BHZ click wid SPV
The bustas we rush 'em quick, come one on scary bitch
We them forties wid the mufflers and them reds trick
Straight at your, fuckin' dome, coward shoulda stayed at
Never shoulda come South, never ran his mouth
Sherm wid comin' through,
slammed wid eight killers of my
We trill, we already the body we spilled
but bitch I you knew,
The motherfuckin' scores, cover them holes in fuckin' back
You leakin' like ah faucet any second your body gon' be on
Triple Six, in your face got you shakin'
Duck my thugs from Two and QueensMound, give 'em a reason to duck,
They never shoulda took the trip, knowin' that the buck
Buckshots that we produce, and we 'em loose in they insides
bleedin' through his guts,
The closer ya come the closer ya encounter from outer
The Haven Zone, the BHZ niggas gon' take your place over

[Hook: Gangsta & DJ Paul]
DJ Paul, Blac 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, over here you cannot

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

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

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