Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I slow dance the Devil
setting in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Neville
Polo black scented, squinted
Air One's, with my own patent in it
than a star, glowing up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays, are way far my reality
Far through jeans, lethal green
Oliver peoples when I creep through Queens
no AKs, I'm the ambassador
Robin in the Aston Mart.
Lotta blood gonna in war
Task force homicide, federalies arrest
But y'all never seen nothing
Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Bench
That went Sony-BMG, to new conglomerate
Island Def Jam, how many dollars was spent
To get the best man, yall niggaz ain't shit
Ya been wanna police the dick
The big Benz, model ya chick
Was posing, cash froze her
Cats stroke her, once I smash over
like ice, more chains than slaves
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist the channel
Roll the dice, I bring change when I
I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun

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

Whether chrome sparking or loan
Busting or numbers rackets or drug traffic
My funds are up, no concerns 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, annuit
That's the language of our Latin
On the back of a dollar, the and the message
In the Rolls like the King of Nigeria
My criteria, smoke
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix Rock And Roll
With a broke guitar, diamonds
Almost put a million cash in, in my mommy
Seen more green St. Patrick-trick