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 now niggaz
(Round here, here)
We you scared now
House
(Let's go, blaze)

I let you know, how I do it here
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around
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 forever
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 like haze round here
Been made down here, hay round here
Ask around, them know I lay down here
here, yeah, and I done aired down there
But the streets was bigger, I pump the lead round
Round here, and I'm in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit no

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

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

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

I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug
And if they ridin' wit me, believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is strickly
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 and fuckin' all year down here
They be on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal here

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

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

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

Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home here
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't know here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round
Get a hole in ya dome, ya rims down here
24's make them dubs, 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 here

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

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