Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya From [Album Version]

Yeah, in ya area
Eightball in ya
to 'cause mass hysteria

Yo, ashes to ashes big to little
I put it to you clear while you cats riddles
Snake and buck at me, if you did I'd say you got
Trained to tread through to get muddy

Ayo, rap, survival of the fifth style cat
I puts it down blow a round at baseball cap
Pee, Niggas saying why I be like that
close you can learn from it, it's real black

Gangsta shit makes the rotate
If eight was all a nigga wanna gain some weight
Fat black motherfuckin' D O G
And I'm a thug for them young niggas for me

Ayo, fuck where you at kid, where you from
'Cause where we niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
To all my Duns, Niggas who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they

and direct from the south to your stereo
Prepare for bustin' and dumpin' okay player we go
Strapped with infrared raps when I hit the
Crack the into pieces when I hit the track

Like to glass I shatter they raggedy ass
style waivin' my motherfuckin' soldier rag
A hard illustration of my brutal
Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas buck

The root to all daily I chase it
it on weed and drink then hustle to replace it
It's hard the start where I lay my head
We get and bust shots till we raise the dead

Yo, fuck where you at kid, it's where you
'Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big
To all my gold grill and my trail niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them niggas

Feel my though, you don't want to get up with holes
Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her
her tears 'cause somethin' on your top got shot
Should have alone wit you what you loaned on the block

Fuck, leavin' without it I'd rather get knocked
Charged a ten body for a nigga get shot
For a weak ass bitch, that little whore
Even though she get my dick harder than the parole

and move, slide in, slide out big guns
Mack Milly prepare to mob you phillies
Connected Eightball Dunn so what's the drilly
Out to take it all if you wit me feel me

Don't get shot, bleedin' to death hops
I pop canners off leave a head whopped
A maverick my H K will magic
find yourself in the O R for talkin' that shit

Street I tip the scale over cousin
I hold more you just a no name nigga frontin'
Get your hardware lets treat it a contest
And we can dance till one of us from being hit

Murda Muzik my street life it
It's so real I wouldn't test it I rep it
A renegade crack top like devil spring
Vigilante niggas know the I sing

It go, fuck where you at kid, it's where you
where we from niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
No mistakes for the fake no
Chop them up and puttin' it in their face

Fuck where you at kid, it's you from
'Cause where we from niggas nothin' but the big guns
To all my ice niggas one
To all my dunns tryin' to get the fuck up out of the

where you at kid, it's where you from
'Cause where we from pack nothin' but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, who pump drugs
To all the projects who rep for they hood

Fuck where you at kid, it's you from
'Cause where we from pack nothin' but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail
South to east we keep it hard for real niggas
South to east we it hard for them real niggas