Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I slow with the Devil
Snow setting in the
Mo' sipping, bumping Aaron Neville
Polo black scented, squinted
Air Force One's, with my own in it
than a star, glowing up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays, are way far my reality
Far through Evisu jeans, lethal
Oliver shades when I creep through Queens
no AKs, I'm the ambassador
Robin in the Aston Mart.
Lotta blood gonna in war
Task homicide, federalies gonna arrest
But ain't never seen nothing
Not a word not a hint, on the kid the Project 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 wanna the dick
The big Benz, Imma ya chick
Was that posing, cash her
Cats stroke her, I smash it's over
Cold like ice, more chains than
Dangerous ways, change the channel
Roll the dice, I bring when I gamble
I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun

The ill pusher, my spit wet ya
If you stand to the woofer
get sprayed by my lecture
Any with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I ain't ya
Intelligent brainiac, brains
of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that
Eat my elbows top of the table
Street with speech impediments
And s'til see presidents, no matter who
Cause you ain't take the last dollar
Long as they keep printing it, there's of getting it
Money's my bitch, and we stay
Ask about Nashwan, ask about Jung
Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm
Q Boro, The Bridge
Don't ask no more question, ya what it is

Whether chrome sparking or sharking
Busting rachets or numbers or drug traffic
My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has
Financer, doo wrapped up
Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first
all my circle
Amid the most sickest 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 Royce like the King of Nigeria
My criteria, smoke
rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll
With a broke guitar, diamonds
put a million cash in, in my mommy casket
Seen more than St. Patrick-trick