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 everyday when I 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.

Chorus: 9

Where I at niggaz scheme at plot
Sling rocks, stars, cops on our block and get fought
Bust a shot and get shot, smoke pot, get
Do a bid, while some taught to resurface to the
Some don't last, 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 sneeky snake fucks, where I at

sin]
Kid, but where I at the crime wave be jumping off
Like suicide, commitors on a highway with they clothes off
The trucks, trust, bull swine, blow your draws off
The nine year 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, where I at
Steping out the front doors is set
The warzone, the trap, waiting to consume those who get trapped
Shaolin, the island filled with hidden pure-breds
Killing who thrive on the forbidden rituals
Or getting you in the drop, fuck moves
The pick you almost mentally popped scotty pippen
Most niggaz is almost chain gangs in state prisons
Wu-tang reign this worldwide for dirty richmen

(chorus)

assasson]
Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, amongst the bums
Like ? hai-shews? , while ignorant brothers strive to get
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 meet and walk on the block like cops on the beat
Too many heads draw heat, so I keep it short and sweet, stay on my
niggaz'll 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 won't make
'cause I got that white-white and my shit all night
I got the fiends like, it was meer black in the back off his pants
Plotting on these savage cats, how to make run all they scratch
And stick them for all they gats, don't cross me
I'm precise the ? heed? , and it be on I rest at

(chorus)

9]
Where I at...