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 wash the stress.
I swear to my mama she die a happy woman on my very breath.
back, reminisin'- how many have left us
OGs who used to squeeze the best touch.
Hold they chrome, and they own. It's messed up,
Now a nigga through his ancestas.
- 23, turnin' like 45 in a year,
I'm for the days when I'm out in the clear...
you know, livin'.
I might, sacrifice my but I won't give in.
Until we has bin in, and my home is chilled out,
and ain't dealin with no than half a million.
In a crib on some acres, and half children.
Livin' the life they and just fake realism.
I hit you the wisom, you ain't with it
then 'em -- THE NUTS.
If you dissin, watch me 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 that's forever,
for the sun to come up.
As hard as you try, a lie
you change the weather.
Maybe I should giving a fuck.
*Plus* You bin tellin me that goes on,
but as this rap trek belongs.
You start wonderin' what could go wrong..
*All you can do is sing your in the pockets nigga.

Nigga life time journey to the me, endless questions,
they play my dome-piece..
What am I do with all the that I meet?
Will I turn the cheek,
or do I turn the cheek?
freak, you gettin' touched by this
West connection,
let me rub on titties.
-And get in it for a to win it,
let you fall in with it, then I'm out.
'cause I got to finish, the music is ma business.
She love me, I trust her, to my bigness.
Now ladies, if u listenin make you my witness.
I got no for bitches.
Baby, out the quickness.
Groupie plague, it's a categorized sickness.
Who say, that brother got it locked from
LA to Brickston, I'm broke,
for niggas that for my position.
I rap to that Carter at Sky Dome,
if you see me on the beat, ET home.
And tell yo mama the drama - old high school friends
on the tube Toronto.
And it right, pursuin his life.
to take flight when he caresses the mic.
Sendin' one out to cats with unsigned hype,
do it for you,
keep this rap shit tight