Luyện nghe bài hát Where I Rest At

Intro: 9 & killa sin

Yo. smell gun powder in the air?
Yo. I it, kid.
Shit is like this everyday 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.

Chorus: 9

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

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

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assasson]
Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, amongst the bums
Like ? , while ignorant brothers strive to get jewels
Hustling rocks on the blocks and get caught be cops
A ? haitian mamila? , you might get a way if you got enough
And escape valley, filled with crack alleys
? crock? these and boulders at niggaz who think they real-live soldiers
I make my from here to ? edo? , seventh street
Where the crackheads meet and walk on the like cops on the beat
Too many heads draw heat, so I keep it short and sweet, on my feet
'cause niggaz'll step on your toes, and I peeped you
To change name to jealousy, your man's name is envy
That's why your mad at me, 'cause I start shit
And lock down the whole strip, and you won't make
'cause I got that white-white and my shit sells all
I got what the fiends like, it was meer black in the off his pants
Plotting on these savage cats, how to make 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)

9]
I rest at...