Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

Uh yeah
Yeah yeah
what 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 round
And I'm out in a morn', dawg Glock two around here
chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool 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 down here, make change down here
'Coz I serve fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

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

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

It's hot as hell, but it snows here
You get a box of for no mo' then 24 down 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 nickels to birds, you can get it and served
For talkin' too much, be for certain, niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the down here
You who sweat it down here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So bitches out there, snitchin' round here
That's why every summer, bitches be round here

I roll wit straight killers, niggaz, and drug 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 strickly
I'll be thuggin' forever, see I'ma fighter, not a
I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded,
But the hoes, they don't care here
They be and fuckin' all year down here
They be on the pill, down here
Got mo' than that the motherfuckin' meal down here

Round here, yeah, 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, here, yeah, round here, yeah
We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah

Oh yeah, I know you prolly known, round here
It get then the body, get the wrong idea
It's just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's on round here
killers tote pistols, like they grown down here
Them young niggaz to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, would get you on down
So boy, keep ya drops like the song round here

Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' round 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 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 it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
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, round here,
We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah

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