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 sign
Huh, you know what it is on, yeah....

1: Gangsta Blac]
Got me runnin' duck and survive, up in this rap
Play it fly, and 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 wid coochie
I'm ridin' loaded, plus cut, whatever suits me
Lil Buck and all your kinfolk, you know the click was my
South bout to blow up, boo-hoo and they can't sop us
So far from where I was, sometimes I feel catchin' myself
Before I go just let me 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 comin' simple and plain, I guess the rules ah the
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 tell

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

2: DJ Paul]
Fuck haters ain't savin' none ah you hoes in the 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 mufflers and them reds
Straight at your, fuckin' dome, coward stayed at home
Never shoulda South, never shoulda ran his mouth
wid Bourbon comin' through,
slammed wid killers of my crew
We trill, we killin' already the body we
but I thought you knew,
The motherfuckin' scores, cover them holes in your fuckin'
You leakin' like ah faucet any second your body be on flat
Triple fuckin' Six, in your face got you
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 that we produce, and we leavin' 'em loose in insides
They bleedin' his guts,
The closer ya come the closer ya encounter outer space
The Black Zone, the BHZ niggas gon' take your place over

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

3: Juicy J]
1995, Mystic the album was the shit
Me and DJ Paul hit the back and catch the fattest
We was movin' was comin' clean wid something flexin'
Paul bought a Bourbon that '92 a Lexus
Playa haters started comin' cause they saw us slammin
I couldn't, stop, here, they fuck, wid a nigga no more
But yet I still fuck wid you, I also wid business to
Tryna stack some cheese, for the keys, to my fool
Everything was cool when you saw a nigga the street
Everything was true, when I said you hoes fuck wid me
Now I'm makin' money and my company is quick
Major labels everyday, tryna get wid this
Northside for life man, a nigga ain't change
I trick it wid the that 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 everybody hate 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, bustas know you cannot

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