Luyện nghe bài hát Where I Rest At

Intro: 9 & killa sin

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

beretta 9

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

sin]
Kid, but where I rest at the crime wave be off
Like suicide, commitors on a highway with they clothes off
The fire trucks, trust, swine, blow your draws off
The nine 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 front doors is set
The warzone, the trap, waiting to consume those who get trapped
Shaolin, the villianous island filled with pure-breds
Killing niggaz who on the forbidden rituals
Or getting you in the drop, fuck moves
The pick you mentally popped like scotty pippen
Most niggaz fame is almost chain gangs in prisons
Wu-tang this worldwide cave for dirty richmen

(chorus)

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

(chorus)

9]
Where I at...