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 now niggaz
(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 Glock two here
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my tool around
My act a fool around here, yeah
My hood, my set, my strip, my P's,
We down, we real, we forever
Put in game down here, change down here
I serve them fiends, that raw 'caine down here, yeah

And I made my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist like haze round here
made down here, blow hay round here
Ask around, them know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I done aired down
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, round here,
Yeah, we clean, on them things round here
Yeah, round here, yeah, round here,
We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, I know you prolly never known, here
It get hotter the body, get the wrong idea
just Caprice's, and Impala's sittin' on chrome down here
Brawls and ballin', ain't all that's goin' on here
Young killers tote pistols, they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to Kong, round 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 for the faker 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 rep they hood, by the zone round here
Get a hole in ya dome, 'bout ya down here
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

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

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