Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I dance with the Devil
Snow in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, phantom Aaron Neville
Polo black scented, eyes
Air Force One's, with my own in it
Fresher than a star, up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays, are way far from my
Far through Evisu jeans, lethal
Oliver shades when I creep through Queens
With no AKs, I'm the
Robin Hood in the Mart.
Lotta blood gonna in war
Task homicide, federalies gonna arrest
But y'all ain't never seen
Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project
went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate
Island Def Jam, guess how many was spent
To get the best man, yall ain't silencing shit
Ya bench been wanna police the
The big Benz, Imma ya chick
Was that posing, froze her
Cats her, once I smash it's over
Cold like ice, chains than slaves
ways, Poltergeist change the channel
Roll the dice, I bring change when I
I could sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle

The ill whip pusher, my wet ya
If you stand to the woofer
Betcha get sprayed by my
Any with ladies 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 waste
Eat with my top of the table
etiquette with speech impediments
And see presidents, no matter who paid
Cause you take the last dollar made
as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it
Money's my bitch, and we intimate
Ask about Nashwan, ask about Jung
Ask about Bravehearts, and ask I'm from
Q Boro, specifically The
Don't ask no more question, ya know it is

Whether chrome or loan sharking
Busting rachets or rackets or drug traffic
My are wrapped up, no concerns who has what
Financer, skull doo up
Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or floor
Diversified all my
Amid the sickest groom the proof swiftness
uno, annuit coeptis
That's the language of our Latin
On the back of a dollar, the plan and the
In the Rolls Royce the King of Nigeria
My criteria, cigars
rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll
With a broke guitar, diamonds
Almost put a cash in, in my mommy casket
Seen more than St. Patrick-trick