Luyện nghe bài hát Where I Rest At

Intro: beretta 9 & sin

Yo. smell gun powder in the air?
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 niggaz 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 some taught to to the street
Some don't last, weep
Where I rest at keep a vest and a gat at least three ways
So, the flash can't track, I rest at do the one to time
Double dirty crossed sneeky snake fucks, I rest 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, bull swine, blow your off
The nine olds toying with his sword off
He can hardly tie his up right, so how the fuck you blow his toes off
>from modernized, so are common, coarsed, I rest at
Steping out the front doors is set
The warzone, the death trap, to consume those who get trapped
Shaolin, the villianous island with hidden pure-breds
niggaz 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 almost chain in state prisons
Wu-tang reign worldwide cave for dirty richmen

(chorus)

[shogun
Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll amongst the
Like ? hai-shews? , while brothers strive to get jewels
Hustling rocks on the blocks and get be crooked cops
A ? haitian mamila? , you get a way if you got enough stamina
And escape valley, filled with crack alleys
? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who think they real-live soldiers
I make my money from here to ? edo? , street
Where the crackheads meet and walk on the block like on the beat
Too many heads draw heat, so I keep it short and sweet, stay on my
'cause niggaz'll step on your toes, and I peeped you
To change your name to jealousy, your man's is envy
why your 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 fiends like, it was meer black in the back off his
Plotting on these cats, how to make them run all they scratch
And stick them for all they gats, ever cross me
I'm the ? heed? , and it be on where I rest at

(chorus)

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Where I at...