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 now niggaz
(Round here, here)
We you scared 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
chu move 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 bang
Put in game down here, make change here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine here, yeah

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

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

I roll wit straight killers, 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 down

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

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, round
It get hotter then the body, get the wrong
It's Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', all that's goin' on round here
Young tote pistols, like they grown down here
Them young niggaz to King Kong, round here
A pocket full of stones, 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 if you ain't know round here
You say the wrong thang, get ya back blown 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, look like 10 here
I'm where it is, and the biz is for us rappers here
Money, hoes, cars, is all that matters down here

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