Luyện nghe bài hát Where I Dwell

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

1: Gangsta Blac]
Got me runnin' duck and survive, up in this rap
it fly, and movin' equipped, wid blunts and blaze man
Suburban to the curbin', hold up cause I servin'
up and get ah cut ah that stuff, get off to servin'
Armani or some coochie, her figure mixed wid
I'm ridin' 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 like catchin'
Before I go let me know am I a fool wid myself
Is SPV with my wealth, is SPV 'til the
A Gangsta B so the ashes passin' pullin' that health
So comin' simple and plain, I 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 times tell

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

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

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

[Verse 3: J]
1995, Mystic the album was the shit
Me and DJ Paul hit the back and catch the fattest
We was team was comin' clean wid something flexin'
Paul bought a Bourbon after that '92 a
Playa haters started comin' cause they saw us slammin
I couldn't, stop, here, don't fuck, wid a nigga no more
But yet I still fuck wid you, I fuck wid business to
Tryna stack some cheese, for the keys, to my fool
Everything was when 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 company is risin'
Major labels callin' everyday, get wid this
Northside for life man, a nigga ain't change
I trick it wid the niggas stay real, true to the game
Lames don't step up, up bitches need to suck, a mean ass dick
For the nine six, them ducks

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

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