Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I dance with the Devil
Snow in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, bumping Aaron Neville
black scented, eyes squinted
Air Force One's, with my own in it
Fresher than a star, glowing up in the
Pagan holidays, are way far from my
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
force homicide, federalies gonna arrest
But y'all ain't seen nothing
Not a not a hint, on the kid from 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 silencing shit
Ya bench been wanna police the
The big Benz, Imma model ya
Was that posing, froze her
Cats stroke her, once I smash over
Cold like ice, chains than slaves
Dangerous ways, change the channel
Roll the dice, I bring when I gamble
I could sell to a Arab, hot and my gun handle

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

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