Luyện nghe bài hát Where I Rest At

Intro: 9 & killa sin

Yo. smell gun powder in the air?
Yo. I it, kid.
Shit is like this everyday I wake up.
We do this all time, kid.
a war zone.
It nothing new over here.
up.
You
time. military thing.
thing.
It's born, nigga.
civilize.
Yo. it out. yo. yo.

Chorus: 9

Where I rest at scheme at plot
rocks, stars, cops over on our block and get fought
Bust a shot and get shot, smoke pot, get
Do a bid, some taught to resurface to the street
Some don't last, weep
Where I rest at keep a vest and a gat at least three back
So, the flash can't track, I rest at do the one to time
Double dirty crossed sneeky snake fucks, I rest at

[killa
Kid, but where I rest at the crime be jumping off
Like suicide, commitors on a busy highway with they off
The trucks, trust, bull swine, blow your draws off
The year olds toying with his sword off
He can hardly tie his nikes up right, so how the fuck you blow his off
>from modernized, so are common, coarsed, where I at
Steping out the doors is set back
The warzone, the death trap, waiting to those who get trapped
Shaolin, the villianous island filled with pure-breds
niggaz who thrive on the forbidden rituals
Or getting you in the drop, fuck sticking
The pick you mentally popped like scotty pippen
niggaz fame is almost chain gangs in state prisons
Wu-tang reign this worldwide for dirty richmen

(chorus)

[shogun
Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll the bums
Like ? hai-shews? , while ignorant brothers to get jewels
Hustling rocks on the and get caught be crooked cops
A ? haitian mamila? , you might get a way if you got enough
And escape valley, filled with crack alleys
? crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who think real-live soldiers
I make my money from here to ? edo? , seventh
Where the crackheads meet and on the block like cops on the beat
Too many heads draw heat, so I keep it short and sweet, on my feet
'cause niggaz'll step on your toes, and I peeped you
To change your name to jealousy, man's name is envy
why your mad at me, 'cause I start tackling shit
And down the whole strip, and you won't make shit
'cause I got that and my shit sells all night
I got what the fiends like, it was meer black in the off his pants
Plotting on these savage cats, how to make them run all they
And them for all they gats, don't ever cross me
I'm precise the ? , and it be on where I rest at

(chorus)

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Where I at...