Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

Where gangsters at?
Where them at?
Where them gangsters at?
them dumbs at?

Where gangsters at?
Where them at?
where them gangsters at?
Where dumbs at?

Where gangsters at?
Where dumbs at?
Where where them at?
Where them at?

them dumbs at?
Where dumbs at?
where them dumbs at?
Where where dumbs at?

I slow with the Devil
Snow setting in the
Mo' sipping, phantom Aaron Neville
Polo black scented, eyes
Air One's, with my own patent in it
Fresher than a star, up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays, are way far from my
Far through Evisu jeans, lethal
Oliver peoples shades I creep through Queens
With no AKs, I'm the
Robin in the Aston Mart.
blood gonna splash in war
Task homicide, federalies gonna arrest
But y'all ain't never seen
Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Bench
went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate
Island Def Jam, how many dollars was spent
To get the best man, yall niggaz ain't shit
Ya bench been police the dick
The big Benz, Imma model ya
Was that posing, froze her
Cats stroke her, I smash it's over
Cold like ice, more chains than
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the
Roll the dice, I change when I gamble
I could sell to a Arab, hot and my gun handle

The ill whip pusher, my wet ya
If you close to the woofer
Betcha get by my lecture
Any club with or dimes, I'm a regular
it up smooth, I ain't beggin ya
Intelligent brainiac, maniac
Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste
Eat with my top of the table
etiquette with speech impediments
And see presidents, no matter who paid
Cause you take the last dollar made
Long as they keep printing it, there's of getting it
my bitch, and we stay intimate
Ask about Nashwan, ask about Jung
Ask Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from
Q Boro, specifically The
Don't ask no more question, ya what it is

Whether chrome or loan sharking
Busting rachets or numbers rackets or traffic
My funds are wrapped up, no who has what
Financer, skull doo up
Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first
Diversified all my
Amid the most sickest the proof swiftness
uno, annuit coeptis
That's the language of our ancestors
On the back of a dollar, the plan and the
In the Rolls Royce the King of Nigeria
My criteria, smoke
rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll
With a broke guitar, flashing
Almost put a million cash in, in my mommy
Seen more green than St.