Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I slow dance with the
Snow in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, phantom Aaron Neville
Polo 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 Evisu jeans, green
Oliver peoples shades I creep through Queens
With no AKs, I'm the
Robin Hood in the Mart.
blood gonna splash in war
Task force homicide, gonna arrest
But y'all ain't never seen
Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Bench
That went Sony-BMG, to new conglomerate
Island Def Jam, guess how many was spent
To get the man, yall niggaz ain't silencing shit
Ya bench been police the dick
The big Benz, Imma ya chick
Was that posing, cash her
Cats stroke her, once I it's over
Cold like ice, more chains slaves
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist the channel
Roll the dice, I change when I gamble
I sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle

The ill whip pusher, my wet ya
If you stand to the woofer
get sprayed by my lecture
Any club with or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I ain't ya
Intelligent brainiac, brains
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 who paid
Cause you ain't the last dollar made
Long as they keep printing it, there's of getting it
Money's my bitch, and we stay
Ask about Nashwan, could ask Jung
Ask Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from
Q Boro, specifically The
Don't ask no question, ya know what it is

Whether sparking or loan sharking
Busting rachets or numbers or drug traffic
My funds are up, no concerns who has what
Financer, doo wrapped up
Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first
all my circle
Amid the most sickest the proof swiftness
uno, annuit coeptis
That's the language of our Latin
On the of a dollar, the plan and the message
In the Rolls like the King of Nigeria
My criteria, cigars
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix Rock And Roll
With a broke guitar, diamonds
Almost put a million in, in my mommy casket
Seen more green St. Patrick-trick