Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I slow with the Devil
Snow setting in the
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Neville
Polo black scented, eyes
Air One's, with my own patent in it
Fresher a star, glowing up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays, are way far my reality
Far through jeans, lethal green
Oliver peoples shades when I through Queens
With no AKs, I'm the
Hood in the Aston Mart.
Lotta blood gonna in war
Task force homicide, federalies gonna
But y'all ain't seen nothing
Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project
That Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate
Island Def Jam, guess how many dollars was
To get the man, yall niggaz ain't silencing shit
Ya bench been wanna police the
The big Benz, Imma ya chick
Was posing, cash froze her
Cats stroke her, I smash it's over
like ice, more chains than slaves
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the
Roll the dice, I bring change when I
I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun

The ill whip pusher, my wet ya
If you stand to the woofer
get sprayed by my lecture
Any club ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I ain't ya
brainiac, brains maniac
Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't that
Eat with my top of the table
Street etiquette speech impediments
And s'til see presidents, no matter who
Cause you ain't the last dollar made
Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of it
my bitch, and we stay intimate
Ask about Nashwan, could ask about
Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm
Q Boro, specifically The
ask no more question, ya know what it is

Whether sparking or loan sharking
Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug
My funds are wrapped up, no who has what
Financer, doo wrapped up
Mob life, prizefights, tvs or first floor
Diversified all my
the most sickest groom the proof swiftness
Numero uno, coeptis
That's the of our Latin ancestors
On the back of a dollar, the plan and the
In the Rolls Royce the King of Nigeria
My criteria, cigars
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed And Roll
With a broke guitar, diamonds
Almost put a million in, in my mommy casket
Seen green than St. Patrick-trick