Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I slow with the Devil
setting in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron
black scented, eyes squinted
Air One's, with my own patent in it
Fresher than a star, up in the galaxy
holidays, are way far from my reality
Far Evisu jeans, lethal green
Oliver peoples shades when I creep Queens
With no AKs, I'm the
Robin Hood in the Mart.
Lotta gonna splash 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
went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate
Island Def Jam, guess how many was spent
To get the best man, yall niggaz ain't shit
Ya been wanna police the dick
The big Benz, Imma ya chick
Was that posing, froze her
stroke her, once I smash it's over
Cold ice, more chains than slaves
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist the channel
Roll the dice, I change when I gamble
I sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle

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
brainiac, brains maniac
Back of the Maybach, that, don't waste that
Eat my elbows top of the table
Street etiquette with impediments
And see presidents, no matter who paid
Cause you ain't take the last made
Long as they printing it, there's chances of getting it
my bitch, and we stay intimate
Ask Nashwan, could 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 or numbers rackets or drug traffic
My are wrapped up, no concerns who has what
Financer, doo wrapped up
Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first
all my circle
Amid the sickest groom the proof swiftness
Numero uno, annuit
That's the of our Latin ancestors
On the back of a dollar, the plan and the
In the Rolls Royce like the of Nigeria
My criteria, cigars
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix Rock And Roll
a broke guitar, diamonds flashing
Almost put a million in, in my mommy casket
Seen more than St. Patrick-trick