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 round
And I'm out eight in a morn', dawg Glock two around
What chu 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 forever
Put in down here, make change down here
'Coz I serve them fiends, that raw down here, yeah

And I made my way, round here
And them hoes know, I twist like haze round here
Been made down here, blow hay round
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 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, here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low here, yeah

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

It's hot as hell, but it snows here
You get a box of blow for no mo' then 24 down
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 flipped and
For talkin' too much, be for certain, them workin'
You can buy it, the cops down here
You know who sweat it down here, bitch so Crip round here
So many bitches out there, round here
That's why 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, forget it
See the head was tremendous, but this 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, don't care down here
They be suckin' and fuckin' all down here
They be heavy on the pill, here
Got mo' than what the motherfuckin' meal down here

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

Round here, yeah, round here,
We ridin' clean, on them things round
Yeah, round here, yeah, here, yeah
We blowin' dro, gettin' low 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 killers tote pistols, they grown down here
Them young niggaz similar to King Kong, here
A pocket full of stones, get you on down here
So dope boy, keep ya drops like the song here

Hey, it ain't safe for the faker walkin' home round
Hey, the hell what we know if you ain't 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 hole in ya dome, 'bout ya down here
24's make them dubs, look 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, here, yeah
We blowin' dro, low round here, yeah

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