Luyện nghe bài hát Where I Rest At

Intro: beretta 9 & 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 ain't nothing new here.
up.
You
time. military thing.
thing.
It's born, nigga.
civilize.
Yo. it out. yo. yo.

beretta 9

Where I rest at niggaz scheme at
rocks, stars, cops over on our block and get fought
Bust a shot and get shot, smoke pot, get
Do a bid, while some to resurface to the street
don't last, won't weep
Where I rest at keep a vest and a gat at least three back
So, the can't track, where I rest at do the one to time
Double dirty crossed snake fucks, where I rest at

[killa
Kid, but where I rest at the wave be jumping off
Like suicide, commitors on a highway with they clothes off
The fire trucks, trust, bull swine, your draws off
The nine year toying with his sword off
He can hardly tie his nikes up right, so how the you blow his toes off
>from modernized, so are common, coarsed, I rest at
Steping out the doors is set back
The warzone, the trap, waiting to consume those who get trapped
Shaolin, the villianous island filled with hidden
niggaz who thrive on the forbidden rituals
Or getting you in the drop, fuck sticking
The pick you almost mentally like scotty pippen
Most fame is almost chain gangs in state prisons
Wu-tang reign this worldwide cave for 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 death valley, filled with crack
? crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who think they real-live
I make my from here to ? edo? , seventh street
Where the meet and walk on the block like cops on the beat
Too many draw heat, so I keep it short and sweet, stay on my feet
'cause step on your toes, and I peeped you strategy
To change your name to jealousy, your man's name is
why your mad at me, 'cause I start tackling shit
And down the whole strip, and you won't make shit
'cause I got that white-white and my shit sells all
I got what the like, it was meer black in the back off his pants
Plotting on these cats, how to make them run all they scratch
And stick 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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