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 know you 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 around here, and you know I keep my 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, make down here
I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

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

Round 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

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

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

I roll wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best believe them my
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 care down here
They be suckin' and fuckin' all down here
be heavy on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that the motherfuckin' meal down here

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

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

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round
It get hotter then the body, get the wrong
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on down here
Brawls and ballin', all that's goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, like they grown down
young niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song here

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

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

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