Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya'll At

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

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

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

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

I slow dance the Devil
setting in the bezzle
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Neville
Polo black scented, squinted
Air Force One's, with my own in it
than a star, glowing up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays, are way far from my
Far through Evisu jeans, lethal
Oliver peoples shades I creep through Queens
no AKs, I'm the ambassador
Robin Hood in the Mart.
Lotta blood gonna in war
force homicide, federalies gonna arrest
But y'all ain't never nothing
Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Bench
That went Sony-BMG, to that new
Island Def Jam, guess how many was spent
To get the best man, yall ain't silencing shit
Ya been wanna police the dick
The big Benz, Imma model ya
Was that posing, froze her
Cats stroke her, once I smash over
Cold like ice, chains than slaves
Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the
Roll the dice, I bring change I gamble
I could sell to a Arab, hot and my gun handle

The ill pusher, my spit wet ya
If you close to the woofer
Betcha get by my lecture
Any with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I ain't ya
brainiac, brains maniac
Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't that
Eat with my elbows top of the
Street with speech impediments
And s'til see presidents, no who paid
Cause you take the last dollar made
Long as keep printing it, there's chances of getting it
Money's my bitch, and we intimate
Ask Nashwan, could ask about Jung
Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm
Q Boro, The Bridge
ask no more question, ya know what it is

Whether chrome sparking or sharking
Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug
My funds are up, no concerns who has what
Financer, doo wrapped up
Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or floor
all my circle
Amid the sickest groom the proof swiftness
Numero uno, coeptis
That's the language of our Latin
On the back of a dollar, the and the message
In the Rolls like the King of Nigeria
My criteria, smoke
Change rap like Jimi Hendrix Rock And Roll
With a broke guitar, flashing
put a million cash in, in my mommy casket
Seen more than St. Patrick-trick