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 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 around
What chu move around here, and you know I keep my around here
My niggaz act a fool around here,
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 them 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, them know I lay down here
Down here, yeah, and I aired down there
But the streets was bigger, I the lead 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 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 here
Yeah, round here, yeah, 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' 24 down here
This is the season for the round here
If you corner who you know, you can get it for the low down
From to birds, you can get it flipped and served
For too much, be for certain, them niggaz workin'
You can buy it, from the cops here
You know who sweat it here, bitch it's so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, round here
That's why every summer, bitches be 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 this dick is 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 fuckin' all year down
They be heavy on the pill, here
Got mo' than that what the motherfuckin' meal down

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

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

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

Hey, it safe 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 gangsta's rep they hood, by the zone round
Get a in ya dome, 'bout ya rims down here
24's make them dubs, look like 10 here
I'm it is, and the biz is for us rappers round here
Money, hoes, cars, dro's is all that down here

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

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