Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up

Yo, I'm to.. cold to the right, hot to the left,
Turn them on, let the warm water run on my
and wash the stress.
I swear to my mama she die a happy woman on my very breath.
Lookin back, reminisin'- how have left us
OGs who used to squeeze with the touch.
Hold they chrome, and hold own. It's messed up,
Now a livin' through his ancestas.
Saukrates - 23, turnin' 45 in a year,
I'm cravin' for the days I'm out in the clear...
you know, livin'.
I might, sacrifice my life but I won't in.
Until we has bin in, and my home is chilled out,
and ain't dealin with no than half a million.
In a on some acres, and half these children.
Livin' the they deserve 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.
I'ma hit you with the words that'll your soul vibrate.
The things that we contemplate, when we up...
Keep rap shit tight **AIGHT**.

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

Nigga time journey to the me, these endless questions,
they my dome-piece.. like:
What am I do all the groupies that I meet?
I turn the other cheek,
or do I the other cheek?
Please freak, you gettin' touched by
Indian connection,
let me rub on titties.
get in it for a minute to win it,
let you fall in love with it, 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 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 that kill for my position.
I rap to that Vince at Sky Dome,
if you see me on the beat, ET home.
And yo mama the drama - your old high school friends
on the tube Toronto.
And doin' it right, his life.
Disease to flight when he caresses the mic.
Sendin' this one out to cats with hype,
do it for you,
keep this rap tight *aight*