Luyện nghe bài hát Where I Rest At

Intro: 9 & killa sin

Yo. smell that gun in the air?
Yo. I it, kid.
Shit is like everyday when I wake up.
We do this all time, kid.
a war zone.
It ain't nothing new 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, over on our block and get fought
Bust a shot and get shot, pot, get locked
Do a bid, while some taught to resurface to the
Some last, won't weep
Where I at keep a vest and a gat at least three ways back
So, the flash can't track, where I rest at do the one to
Double dirty crossed sneeky snake fucks, I rest at

[killa
Kid, but where I rest at the wave be jumping off
suicide, commitors on a busy highway with they clothes off
The fire trucks, trust, bull swine, blow your off
The nine year olds toying with his off
He can hardly tie his nikes up right, so how the 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, to consume those who get trapped
Shaolin, the villianous island filled with pure-breds
Killing who thrive on the forbidden rituals
Or getting you in the drop, fuck sticking
The you almost mentally popped like scotty pippen
Most niggaz fame is chain gangs in state prisons
Wu-tang this worldwide cave for dirty richmen

(chorus)

[shogun
Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll the bums
Like ? , while ignorant brothers strive to get jewels
rocks on the blocks and get caught be crooked cops
A ? mamila? , you might get a way if you got enough stamina
And escape death valley, filled crack alleys
? crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who they real-live soldiers
I make my money from here to ? , seventh street
Where the crackheads meet and walk on the block like on the beat
Too many draw heat, so I keep it short and sweet, stay 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 lock down the whole strip, and you won't shit
'cause I got that white-white and my shit sells all
I got what the fiends like, it was meer 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 cross me
I'm precise the ? heed? , and it be on I rest at

(chorus)

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Where I at...