Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up

Yo, I'm to.. cold to the right, hot to the left,
Turn them on, let the warm run on my chest
and wash the stress.
I to my mama she die a happy woman on my very last breath.
Lookin back, reminisin'- how many left us
OGs who used to squeeze the best touch.
Hold chrome, and hold they own. It's messed up,
Now a nigga livin' his ancestas.
- 23, turnin' like 45 in a year,
I'm cravin' for the when I'm out in the clear...
you know, livin'.
I might, sacrifice my life but I won't in.
Until we spokes has bin in, and my home is out,
and ain't dealin with no less half a million.
In a on some acres, and half these children.
the life they deserve and just fake realism.
I hit you the wisom, you ain't with it
then 'em -- THE NUTS.
If you dissin, me from a distance.
I'ma hit you with the words that'll make soul vibrate.
The that we contemplate, when we comin up...
Keep this rap shit **AIGHT**.

Imagine the day black forever,
waitin' for the sun to 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 goes on,
but as this rap trek belongs.
You start wonderin' else could go wrong..
*All you can do is sing song* in the pockets nigga.

Nigga life journey to the me, these endless questions,
they play my dome-piece..
am I do with all the groupies that I meet?
Will I turn the cheek,
or do I the other cheek?
Please freak, you touched by this
West connection,
let me rub on titties.
get in it for a minute to win it,
let you fall in with it, then I'm out.
I got work to finish, the music is ma business.
She me, I trust 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 got it locked from
LA to Brickston, I'm broke,
for niggas kill for my position.
I rap to that Vince at Sky Dome,
if you see me on the beat, ET home.
And tell yo mama the drama - your old high friends
on the tube Toronto.
And doin' it right, his life.
Disease to take flight he caresses the mic.
Sendin' this one out to cats with hype,
do it for you,
keep this rap shit *aight*