Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

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

(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be now niggaz
(Round here, here)
We you scared now
Marcy
(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 around 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, make change down
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here,

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

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

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

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

I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget it
See the head was tremendous, but this is strickly business
I'll be thuggin' forever, see fighter, not a lover
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded,
But the hoes, don't care down here
They be suckin' and fuckin' all year down
be heavy on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down

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

here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them round here
Yeah, here, yeah, round here, yeah
We dro, gettin' 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 down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round
Young killers tote pistols, they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, round
A full 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 round
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't round here
You say the wrong thang, will get ya back blown here
The gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round
Get a in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here
24's make them dubs, look 10 down here
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers round
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that matters here

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

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