Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I slow with the Devil
Snow setting in the
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron
black scented, eyes squinted
Air Force One's, my own patent in it
Fresher than a star, glowing up in the
holidays, are way far from my reality
Far through jeans, lethal green
Oliver peoples shades when I through Queens
With no AKs, I'm the
Hood in the Aston Mart.
Lotta blood splash in war
Task force homicide, federalies arrest
But y'all ain't never seen
Not a word not a hint, on the kid the Project Bench
That went Sony-BMG, to that new
Def Jam, guess how many dollars was spent
To get the best man, yall niggaz ain't silencing
Ya bench wanna police the dick
The big Benz, Imma model ya
Was that posing, cash her
stroke her, once I smash it's over
Cold like ice, more than slaves
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist the channel
Roll the dice, I bring change when I
I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun

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, taste that, don't that
Eat my elbows top of the table
Street etiquette speech impediments
And s'til see presidents, no matter who
Cause you ain't take the last dollar
Long as keep printing it, there's chances of getting it
my bitch, and we stay intimate
Ask about Nashwan, could ask 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 rackets or drug traffic
My funds are up, no concerns who has what
Financer, skull doo up
Mob life, prizefights, tvs or first floor
all my circle
Amid the most groom 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, smoke
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And
With a guitar, diamonds flashing
Almost put a cash in, in my mommy casket
Seen more than St. Patrick-trick