Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

Uh yeah
yeah yeah
Know what it sound
(It's the Roc nigga)

(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now
(Round here, here)
We you scared now
Marcy
(Let's go, blaze)

I let you know, how I do it here
And I'm out eight in a morn', Glock two around here
What chu move around here, and you know I my tool around here
My act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we bang
Put in game here, make change down here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here,

And I done made my way, round
And hoes know, I twist them like haze round here
Been made down here, blow hay round
Ask around, niggaz know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired there
But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round
here, and I'm still in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit no

here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here,
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,

here, yeah, round here, yeah
We clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah
We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah

hot as hell, but it snows down here
You get a box of blow for no mo' 24 down here
This is the for the zoe's round here
If you who you know, you can get it for the low down here
From nickels to birds, you can get it flipped and
For talkin' too much, be for certain, niggaz workin'
You can buy it, the cops down here
You know who it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin' here
That's why summer, bitches be missin' round here

I roll wit straight killers, niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best believe my niggaz
As for you bitches, about it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is business
be thuggin' forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded,
But the hoes, they don't care here
They be suckin' and fuckin' all year down
They be on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down

here, yeah, round here, yeah
Yeah, we ridin' clean, on them things here
Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah

here, yeah, round here, yeah
We clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah
We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah

Oh yeah, I you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter the body, get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like grown down here
young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song here

Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' round here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya blown round here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the round here
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims here
make them dubs, look like 10 down here
I'm it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters down

Round here, yeah, round here,
Yeah, we 'ridin clean, on them things here
Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah

Round here, yeah, here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things round
Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low round here,