Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

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

The ill whip pusher, my wet ya
If you close to the woofer
Betcha get by my lecture
Any club with or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I ain't ya
brainiac, brains maniac
Back of the Maybach, taste that, waste that
Eat with my elbows top of the
Street etiquette with impediments
And see presidents, no matter who paid
Cause you take the last dollar made
Long as they keep it, there's chances of getting it
Money's my bitch, and we stay
Ask about Nashwan, 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 sparking or loan sharking
Busting rachets or numbers rackets or traffic
My funds are wrapped up, no who has what
Financer, doo wrapped up
Mob life, prizefights, tvs or first floor
all my circle
Amid the most sickest groom the proof
uno, annuit coeptis
That's the language of our ancestors
On the of a dollar, the plan and the message
In the Royce like the King of Nigeria
My criteria, smoke
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed And Roll
With a guitar, diamonds flashing
Almost put a cash in, in my mommy casket
Seen more than St. Patrick-trick