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 you scared now
Marcy
(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 around here, and you know I keep my tool around
My niggaz act a around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we bang
Put in game 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 them like haze round here
Been made down here, blow hay here
Ask around, them niggaz know I lay down
Down here, yeah, and I done down 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 livin' wit no

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

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

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

I wit straight 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 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, they care down here
be suckin' and fuckin' all year down here
They be heavy on the pill, down
Got mo' that what 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

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

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

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

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

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