Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I slow with the Devil
Snow setting in the
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Neville
Polo black scented, squinted
Air Force One's, with my own in it
Fresher than a star, up in the galaxy
holidays, are way far from my reality
Far through Evisu jeans, lethal
Oliver peoples when I creep through Queens
With no AKs, I'm the
Hood in the Aston Mart.
Lotta blood gonna in war
Task force homicide, gonna arrest
But ain't 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 man, yall niggaz ain't silencing shit
Ya bench been wanna the dick
The big Benz, Imma model ya
Was posing, cash froze her
Cats stroke her, I smash it's over
Cold like ice, more chains than
Dangerous ways, change the channel
Roll the dice, I change when I gamble
I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun

The ill whip pusher, my wet ya
If you stand close to the
get sprayed by my lecture
Any club ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
it up smooth, I ain't beggin ya
Intelligent brainiac, maniac
Back of the Maybach, that, don't waste that
Eat with my top of the table
Street etiquette speech impediments
And s'til see presidents, no who paid
you ain't take the last dollar made
Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of 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
ask no more question, ya know what it is

Whether chrome sparking or loan
Busting rachets or numbers or drug 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 swiftness
Numero uno, annuit
That's the of our Latin 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 Hendrix changed Rock And Roll
a broke guitar, diamonds flashing
Almost put a million cash in, in my casket
Seen green than St. Patrick-trick