Luyện nghe bài hát Where I Rest At

Intro: 9 & killa sin

Yo. smell that gun powder in the
Yo. I it, kid.
is like this everyday when I wake up.
We do shit 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

Where I rest at scheme at plot
Sling rocks, stars, 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 ways back
So, the flash track, where I rest at do the one to time
Double dirty sneeky snake fucks, where I rest at

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

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assasson]
Yo, yo, I dwell in the slum, roll the bums
Like ? hai-shews? , while ignorant brothers strive to get
Hustling rocks on the blocks and get caught be cops
A ? mamila? , you might get a way if you got enough stamina
And escape death valley, filled with alleys
? crock? these bricks and boulders at niggaz who think they real-live
I my money from here to ? edo? , seventh street
Where the crackheads meet and walk on the block like on the beat
Too many heads heat, so I keep it short and sweet, stay on my feet
'cause niggaz'll step on your toes, and I you strategy
To change your name to jealousy, your man's name is
That's why your mad at me, 'cause I start shit
And lock the whole strip, and you won't make shit
'cause I got that and my shit sells all night
I got what the fiends like, it was black in the back off his pants
Plotting on savage cats, how to make them run all they scratch
And stick them for all they gats, don't ever me
I'm precise the ? , and it be on where I rest at

(chorus)

9]
Where I at...