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 what it is on, yeah....

[Verse 1: Blac]
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 mixed wid coochie
I'm ridin' fully loaded, 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 they sop us
So far from where I was, sometimes I feel like myself
Before I go just let me know am I a fool wid
Is SPV with my wealth, is SPV 'til the
A Gangsta B so the ashes passin' pullin' that health
So simple and plain, I guess the rules ah the game
Is hocus pocus focus, barely it just maintain
So a smell in hell, get the loot and get bail
SPV I dwell, and all the times tell

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

2: DJ Paul]
Fuck haters ain't savin' none ah you in the never P
The the Possee, the BHZ click wid SPV
The bustas we rush 'em quick, come one come on scary
We them forties wid the mufflers and them reds trick
Straight at your, fuckin' dome, coward shoulda stayed at
Never shoulda come South, shoulda ran his mouth
Sherm wid Bourbon through,
wid eight killers of my crew
We trill, we killin' already the body we
but bitch I you knew,
The motherfuckin' scores, cover them holes in fuckin' back
You leakin' like ah faucet any second your body 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 in they insides
They bleedin' his guts,
The closer ya the closer ya encounter from outer space
The Black Haven Zone, the BHZ niggas take your place over

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

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

[Hook: Gangsta Blac & J]
DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac hate us so
all about a come up man
Bustas can't be strange
See I in SPV, over here you cannot hang
[See I dwell in NMC, bustas know you hang]

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