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 scared now
(Round here, here)
We know you now
Marcy
(Let's go, blaze)

I let you know, how I do it round
And I'm out eight in a morn', Glock two around here
What chu around 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 forever
Put in down here, make change 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 round here
made down here, blow hay round here
Ask around, niggaz know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I aired down there
But the was bigger, I pump the lead round here
Round here, and I'm still in my Nike
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm wit no fears

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

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

It's hot as hell, but it down here
You get a box of for no mo' then 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 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 down
You who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, snitchin' round
why every summer, bitches be missin' round here

I wit straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best believe my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is strickly
I'll be 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 on the pill, down here
Got mo' that 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

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

Oh yeah, I you prolly never known, round here
It get hotter then the body, get the wrong
It's Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all goin' on round here
Young killers tote pistols, they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to Kong, round here
A full of stones, would get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the round here

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

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

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