Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

I dance with the Devil
Snow in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, bumping Aaron Neville
Polo black scented, squinted
Air One's, with my own patent in it
Fresher than a star, glowing up in the
holidays, are way far from my reality
Far Evisu jeans, lethal green
Oliver peoples when I creep through Queens
no AKs, I'm the ambassador
Robin Hood in the Mart.
Lotta gonna splash in war
Task force homicide, federalies arrest
But ain't never seen nothing
Not a word not a hint, on the kid the Project Bench
That Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate
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, model ya chick
Was that posing, cash her
Cats stroke her, I smash it's over
like ice, more chains than slaves
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist the channel
Roll the dice, I bring change I gamble
I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun

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

Whether sparking or loan sharking
rachets 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
all my circle
Amid the most sickest groom the proof
Numero uno, annuit
That's the language of our ancestors
On the back of a dollar, the and the message
In the Rolls like the King of Nigeria
My criteria, cigars
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix Rock And Roll
a broke guitar, diamonds flashing
Almost put a cash in, in my mommy casket
more green than St. Patrick-trick