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 here, and you know I keep my tool 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 here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here,

And I done my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist them 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 round
Round here, and I'm in my Nike Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm wit no fears

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

Round here, yeah, round here,
We clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here,
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' then 24 here
This is the for the zoe's round here
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low here
From to birds, you can get it flipped and served
For talkin' too much, be for certain, them workin'
You can buy it, from the down here
You know who sweat it down here, it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, round here
That's why every summer, bitches be 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 dick is strickly 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
be suckin' and fuckin' all year down here
They be heavy on the pill, here
Got mo' that what the motherfuckin' meal down here

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

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

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round
It get hotter then the body, get the idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's on chrome down here
and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, they grown down here
Them niggaz similar to King Kong, round here
A pocket of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops the song round here

Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home round
Hey, the hell what we know if you 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, ya rims down 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, is all that matters down here

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

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