Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

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

(Uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now
(Round here, here)
We know you now
Marcy
(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 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 bang
Put in game down here, make down here
'Coz I them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

And I done made my way, round
And them hoes know, I twist them like haze here
Been down here, blow hay round here
Ask around, niggaz know I lay down here
here, yeah, and I done 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

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

here, yeah, round here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them things 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 zoe's round
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 too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin'
You can buy it, the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin' here
That's why every summer, bitches be missin' here

I roll wit killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget 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, don't care down here
They be and fuckin' all year down here
They be on the pill, down here
Got mo' than what the motherfuckin' meal down here

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

Round here, yeah, here, yeah
We ridin' clean, on them round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here,
We blowin' dro, gettin' low 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 chrome down
Brawls and ballin', all that's goin' on round here
killers tote pistols, like they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, here
A pocket 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' round here
Hey, the what we know if you ain't know 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 hole in ya dome, 'bout ya rims here
24's make them dubs, look like 10 here
I'm it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all matters down here

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

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