Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya From [Album Version]

Yeah, in ya area
Eightball in ya
About to 'cause hysteria

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

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

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

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

Live and direct from the south to your
Prepare for bustin' and dumpin' okay player we go
Strapped with infrared raps I hit the traps
Crack the wack pieces when I hit the track

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

The to all evil daily I chase it
Blow it on weed and drink hustle to replace it
It's hard from the start where I lay my
We get rowdy and bust shots till we the dead

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

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

Fuck, leavin' without it I'd rather get knocked
Charged a ten body for a nigga get shot
For a weak ass bitch, fuck little whore
Even though she get my harder than the parole board

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

get yourself shot, bleedin' to death hops
I pop canners off leave a nigga whopped
A maverick my H K work magic
You'll yourself in the O R for talkin' that shit

Street justice I tip the scale over
I hold more weight you just a no name frontin'
Get hardware lets treat it like a contest
And we can dance one of us drop from being hit

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

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

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

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

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