Luyện nghe bài hát Where I Rest At

Intro: beretta 9 & sin

Yo. that gun powder in the air?
Yo. I it, kid.
Shit is like this everyday when I up.
We do shit all time, kid.
a war zone.
It ain't 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 niggaz scheme at
rocks, stars, cops over on our block and get fought
Bust a shot and get shot, smoke pot, get
Do a bid, while some to resurface to the street
Some don't last, weep
Where I rest at keep a vest and a gat at least ways back
So, the flash can't track, where I at do the one to time
Double dirty crossed sneeky snake fucks, where I at

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

(chorus)

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

(chorus)

9]
Where I at...