Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's hot as hell, but it snows down
You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 here
is the season 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 too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the down here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip here
So many bitches out there, snitchin' here
That's why every summer, bitches be round here

I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, about it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is business
I'll be thuggin' forever, see 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 all year down here
They be heavy on the pill, down
Got mo' than what the motherfuckin' meal down here

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

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

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

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

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

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