Luyện nghe bài hát Blowin' Up in the World

Back in the days was crazy, kid I started out with nothin
livin like Thanksgiving, I was turkey without the stuffin
Sometimes I sweared to God I was headed for the poorhouse
Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed to feed 4 mouths
Wasn't Girbauds, I barely had clothes, and when it snowed
and droppin below zero, you know I froze
No CD's, a black and TV, a seat is a rubber tire
with a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some
Had in my cabinet, but cans of Raid
I'm knockin on my neighbor's
to borrow a cup of for my Kool-Aid
I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I'm
cause my winter got lost buttons
and that wouldn't stay zipped
I never remembered ?, the brother was fat cat
Not even a Big Mac black, I had Kid topped with crackerjacks
Walkin the streets, with the sneaks on my feet
And the freaks wouldn't speak, I had lipstick on my cheek
So much for gettin humped from the stunts, I struck out
The one y'all likes is hikes if you can't pull a buck out
So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and
up baby, I'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, up in the world
up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, I gotta get mines, I get mines
I gotsta get mines, I'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, up in the world
up, blowin up in the world!
I'm up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
I get mines, yeah...

It seems like only yesterday, my was on my back
"Get your butt up out the sack and a job or hit the road Jack"
Black, I don't disown her, I'm just a kid Corona
a G.E.D. diploma, with more ribs showin than Tony Rhoma's
In order to get straight, I gotsta to make a
Learned to hustle and bustle and I the streets a tussle
Standin down on the corner slangin fat rocks to
with the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin my Hobbes
Makin mad lucci, bought up Vuitton gucci
Hoochies callin me boochi, while they smooch me, up the coochie
Now I'm a felon, sellin and splittin melons
I started gellin, to police just cause I was swellin
Hangin out on the playin cee-lo, rollin for half a kilo
Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin
Yeah, straight gettin fortunate, as long as fees was it
It started gettin hot the block, the cops was scorchin it
But luckily I made out the coppers could frisk me and diss me
cause is drugs is gettin too risky
So now I lamp, collect stamps, snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls
Straight up baby, I'm blowin up in the

Blowin up, up in the world
up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, I get mines, I gotta get mines
I get mines, youknowhatI'msayin? I'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, blowin up in the
up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, I get mines, I gotta get mines
I get mines, yeah...

I got put on by DJ Polo, cut the record, "It's a Demo"
and started chillin in limos with champagne and tinted
Hoppin, no time for pages, sportin gold and rings
Clockin money and fame, nothin changed, I'm the same
Just spendin 20's and at women pullin on my linen
and cause I was winnin in this game from the beginning
The skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill
So I just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go wills
I from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos
Stole my dough, you still below, now I perfer and blow Mo'
So a flashback, of a G. Rap track, attacked, like a headcrack
smack, through your cap, with the lead black
And here's a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers from off my
two like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux
So peep Kool G. Rap, sleep, money unless it's witcha girl
Straight up kid, I'm blowin up in the

Blowin up, blowin up in the
up, blowin up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, I get mines, I gotta get mines
I gotsta get mines, I'm blowin up in the world

Blowin up, up in the world
Blowin up, up in the world!
I'm blowin up the world, I get mines, I gotta get mines
I get mines, yeah...