Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I slow dance the Devil
Snow in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Neville
Polo black scented, squinted
Air Force One's, with my own in it
Fresher than a star, glowing up in the
holidays, are way far from my reality
Far through Evisu jeans, green
Oliver peoples shades when I through Queens
no AKs, I'm the ambassador
Robin 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 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, Imma ya chick
Was posing, cash froze her
stroke her, once I smash it's over
Cold ice, more chains than slaves
ways, Poltergeist change the channel
Roll the dice, I change when I gamble
I could sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle

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

Whether chrome sparking or sharking
Busting or numbers rackets or drug traffic
My funds are wrapped up, no who has what
Financer, doo wrapped up
Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or floor
Diversified all my
Amid the most groom the proof swiftness
uno, annuit coeptis
That's the language of our Latin
On the of a dollar, the plan and the message
In the Rolls like the King of Nigeria
My criteria, cigars
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix Rock And Roll
With a broke guitar, flashing
Almost put a cash in, in my mommy casket
Seen green than St. Patrick-trick