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 like this when 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.

beretta 9

Where I rest at scheme at plot
Sling rocks, stars, cops over on our block and get
Bust a shot and get shot, smoke pot, get
Do a bid, while taught to resurface to the street
Some 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
dirty crossed sneeky snake fucks, where I rest at

[killa
Kid, but where I rest at the crime wave be off
Like suicide, on a busy highway with they clothes off
The trucks, trust, bull swine, blow your draws off
The nine year olds toying 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 death trap, waiting to consume those who get
Shaolin, the villianous island filled hidden pure-breds
Killing who thrive on the forbidden rituals
Or you in the drop, fuck sticking moves
The pick you mentally popped like scotty pippen
niggaz fame is almost chain gangs in state prisons
Wu-tang reign this cave for dirty richmen

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assasson]
Yo, yo, I in the slum, roll amongst the bums
Like ? hai-shews? , while ignorant strive to get jewels
Hustling rocks on the blocks and get caught be crooked
A ? haitian , you might get a way if you got enough stamina
And escape death valley, with crack alleys
? crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who think they real-live
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, on my feet
'cause step on your toes, and I peeped you strategy
To change your name to jealousy, your name is envy
That's why mad at me, 'cause I start tackling shit
And lock down the whole strip, and you won't make
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
Plotting on these savage cats, how to make them run all scratch
And them for all they gats, don't ever cross me
I'm the ? heed? , and it be on where I rest at

(chorus)

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Where I at...