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 like this when I wake up.
We do shit 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 niggaz at plot
Sling rocks, stars, cops on our block and get fought
Bust a and get shot, smoke pot, get locked
Do a bid, while taught to resurface to the street
Some don't last, won't
Where I rest at keep a vest and a gat at least three ways
So, the flash can't track, where I rest at do the one to
Double crossed sneeky snake fucks, where I rest at

[killa
Kid, but where I rest at the wave be jumping off
Like suicide, commitors on a busy highway they clothes off
The fire trucks, trust, bull swine, blow your off
The nine year 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, where I at
Steping out the doors is set back
The warzone, the death trap, waiting to consume those who get
Shaolin, the villianous island with hidden pure-breds
Killing niggaz who thrive on the forbidden
Or getting you in the drop, fuck sticking
The pick you almost popped like scotty pippen
Most niggaz is almost chain gangs in state prisons
Wu-tang reign this worldwide cave for dirty

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assasson]
Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll 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 death valley, filled with crack alleys
? crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who think they soldiers
I make my money from to ? edo? , seventh street
Where the crackheads meet and on the block like cops on the beat
Too many heads draw heat, so I it short and sweet, stay on my feet
'cause step on your toes, and I peeped you strategy
To change your to jealousy, your man's name is envy
That's why your mad at me, 'cause I tackling shit
And lock down the whole strip, and you make shit
'cause I got that white-white and my sells all night
I got what the fiends like, it was meer black in the back off his
Plotting on these savage cats, how to make them run all they
And them for all they gats, don't ever cross me
I'm the ? heed? , and it be on where I rest at

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Where I at...