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 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', dawg Glock two here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool here
My niggaz act a around 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
I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

And I done my way, round here
And them know, I twist them like haze round here
Been made here, blow hay round here
Ask around, them know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired there
But the was bigger, I pump the lead round here
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 things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah

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

It's hot as hell, but it snows down
You get a box of blow for no mo' 24 down here
This is the season for the round here
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low here
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 who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, round here
That's why every summer, bitches be round here

I roll wit killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if ridin' wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, about it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is business
be thuggin' forever, see I'ma 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 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 round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah
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 dro, gettin' low round here, yeah

Oh yeah, I you prolly never known, round 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', all that's goin' on round here
Young killers pistols, like they grown down here
Them young similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, ya drops like the song round here

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

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

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