Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I dance with the Devil
Snow setting in the
Mo' sipping, bumping Aaron Neville
black scented, eyes squinted
Air Force One's, my own patent in it
Fresher than a star, up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays, are way far from my
Far through jeans, lethal green
Oliver peoples shades when I creep Queens
no AKs, I'm the ambassador
Robin Hood in the Mart.
blood gonna splash in war
Task force homicide, gonna arrest
But y'all never seen nothing
Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Bench
went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate
Island Def Jam, guess how dollars was spent
To get the best man, yall niggaz silencing shit
Ya bench been wanna the dick
The big Benz, Imma ya chick
Was that posing, cash her
Cats stroke her, once I it's over
Cold ice, more chains than slaves
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 whip pusher, my wet ya
If you stand to the woofer
Betcha get by my lecture
Any with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I beggin ya
Intelligent brainiac, maniac
of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that
Eat with my 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 keep 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, The Bridge
Don't ask no more question, ya what it is

Whether sparking or loan sharking
Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug
My funds are wrapped up, no who has what
Financer, doo wrapped up
Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first
Diversified all my
Amid the most sickest the proof swiftness
Numero uno, coeptis
That's the language of our ancestors
On the back of a dollar, the plan and the
In the Rolls Royce the King of Nigeria
My criteria, cigars
rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll
With a guitar, diamonds flashing
put a million cash in, in my mommy casket
Seen green than St. Patrick-trick