Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya From [Album Version]

Yeah, in ya area
Eightball in ya
About to mass hysteria

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 tread land to get muddy

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

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

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

Live and direct from the to your stereo
Prepare for bustin' and dumpin' okay here we go
Strapped with infrared when I hit the traps
the wack into pieces when I hit the track

Like to glass I shatter they raggedy ass
South style my motherfuckin' soldier rag
A hard of my brutal lifestyle
Ten made a lot of niggas buck wild

The root to all evil I chase it
Blow it on and drink then hustle to replace it
It's hard from the start I lay my head
We get rowdy and bust shots we raise the dead

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

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

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

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

Don't get shot, bleedin' to death hops
I pop canners off leave a 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 over
I hold more weight you just a no name nigga
Get your hardware lets treat it a contest
And we can dance till one of us from being hit

Muzik my street life influenced it
It's so bredren I wouldn't test it I rep it
A crack your top like devil spring
Vigilante know the song I sing

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

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

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