Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up

Yo, I'm used to.. to the right, hot to the left,
them on, let the warm water run on my chest
and away the stress.
I swear to my mama she die a woman on my very last breath.
Lookin back, reminisin'- how many have us
OGs who used to with the best touch.
Hold they chrome, and hold own. It's messed up,
Now a nigga livin' his ancestas.
Saukrates - 23, turnin' 45 in a year,
I'm for the days when I'm out in the clear...
you know, livin'.
I might, my life but I won't give in.
Until we has bin in, and my home is chilled out,
and ain't dealin with no less than a million.
In a crib on acres, and half these children.
Livin' the life they and just fake realism.
I hit you the wisom, you ain't with it
kiss 'em -- THE NUTS.
If you dissin, me from a distance.
hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibrate.
The things that we contemplate, we comin up...
Keep rap shit tight **AIGHT**.

Imagine the day black forever,
for the sun to come up.
As as you try, it's a lie
you can't the weather.
I should stop giving a fuck.
*Plus* You bin tellin me that life on,
but as this rap trek belongs.
You start wonderin' else could go wrong..
*All you can do is sing your in the pockets nigga.

Nigga life time to the me, these endless questions,
they my dome-piece.. like:
What am I do with all the that I meet?
Will I turn the cheek,
or do I turn the other
freak, you gettin' touched by this
West connection,
let me rub on titties.
get in it for a minute to win it,
let you fall in love it, then I'm out.
'cause I got work to finish, the is ma business.
She love me, I her, to maximize my bigness.
Now ladies, if u I'ma make you my witness.
I got no for bitches.
Baby, out the quickness.
parade plague, it's a categorized sickness.
Who say, that brother socks got it locked
LA to Brickston, I'm broke,
for niggas that for my position.
I rap to Vince Carter at Sky Dome,
if you see me on the beat, ET home.
And tell yo mama the drama - your old high school
on the representin' Toronto.
And doin' it right, his life.
Disease to flight when he caresses the mic.
Sendin' this one out to with unsigned hype,
do it for you,
keep this rap shit *aight*