Luyện nghe bài hát Round Here

Uh yeah
Yeah yeah
Know what it 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 eight in a morn', dawg two around here
What chu move around here, and you I keep my tool around here
My niggaz act a around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we forever
Put in game down here, make change down
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine here, yeah

And I done my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist them like haze here
Been down here, blow hay round here
Ask around, them know I lay down here
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 Air's
Yeah, my hat leanin', I'm livin' wit no

Round here, yeah, here, yeah
Yeah, we clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here,
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

It's hot as hell, but it snows down
You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down
This is the season for the round here
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 niggaz
You can buy it, from the cops here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch it's so round here
So many bitches out there, round here
That's why every summer, bitches be missin' round

I roll wit straight killers, niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin' wit me, best them my niggaz
As for you bitches, forget it
See the head was tremendous, but this dick is strickly
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
They be suckin' and fuckin' all down here
They be on the pill, down here
Got mo' than what the motherfuckin' meal down here

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

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

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

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

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