Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

Uh yeah
Yeah yeah
Know what it sound
(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', Glock two around here
What chu move here, and you know I keep my tool around here
My niggaz act a fool around here,
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we forever
Put in game down here, make change down
I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

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

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

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

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

I wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if ridin' wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget 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 down
They be suckin' and fuckin' all year here
They be heavy on the pill, here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down

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

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

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round
It get hotter then the body, get the idea
It's 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 to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down
So dope boy, keep ya drops the song round here

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

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