Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya From

Yeah, infamous in ya
in ya area
About to 'cause mass

Yo, ashes to big gats to little
I put it to you while you cats talkin' riddles
and buck at me, if you did I'd say you got lucky
Trained to through land to get muddy

Ayo, blood rap, of the fifth style cat
I it down blow a round at your baseball cap
Pee, Niggas saying damn why I be that
Listen close you can from it, it's real black

Gangsta shit makes the world
If eight was all make a nigga gain some weight
Fat belly motherfuckin' D O G
And I'm a thug for them niggas thuggin' for me

Ayo, fuck where you at kid, it's you from
'Cause where we niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, who pump drugs
To all the housing who rep for they hood

Live and direct from the south to stereo
for bustin' and dumpin' okay player here we go
Strapped with raps when I hit the traps
Crack the wack into when I hit the track

Like stone to glass I shatter raggedy ass
South style waivin' my motherfuckin' rag
A illustration of my brutal lifestyle
Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas wild

The root to all evil I chase it
Blow it on weed and drink then to replace it
hard from the start where I lay my head
We get and bust shots till we raise the dead

Yo, fuck where you at kid, it's you from
'Cause where we from pack nothing but the big guns
To all my gold niggas and my trail niggas
to east we keep it hard for them real niggas

Feel my though, you don't to get filled up with holes
Moms filling out cards blowing her nose
Wipin' her tears 'cause on your top got shot
have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block

Fuck, leavin' without it dunn I'd get knocked
with a ten body for a nigga get shot
For a weak ass bitch, fuck that whore
Even she get my dick harder than the parole board

Stick and move, slide in, out big guns
Mack Milly prepare to mob you steel
Connected Eightball Dunn so what's the drilly
Out to take it all if you wit me feel me

Don't get yourself shot, bleedin' to death
I pop canners off a nigga head whopped
A maverick my H K will magic
You'll find in the O R for talkin' that shit

Street justice I tip the scale cousin
I hold more you just a no name nigga frontin'
Get your hardware lets it like a contest
And we can dance till one of us from being hit

Muzik my street life influenced it
It's so real bredren I test it I rep it
A renegade crack your top devil spring
Vigilante niggas know the song I

It go, where you at kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
No for the fake no escape
Chop them boys up and it in their face

Fuck where you at kid, it's where you
'Cause where we from niggas nothin' but the big guns
To all my ice pick one
To all my dunns tryin' to get the fuck up out of the

Fuck where you at kid, it's where you
'Cause where we from niggas pack but the big guns
To all my Duns, Niggas who pump drugs
To all the projects who rep for they hood

Fuck where you at kid, it's where you
'Cause where we from pack nothin' but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail
South to east we it hard for them real niggas
South to east we keep it hard for real niggas