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 happy woman on my very breath.
Lookin back, reminisin'- how many have us
OGs who used to with the best touch.
Hold they chrome, and hold they own. 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 dealin with no less 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, watch me a distance.
I'ma hit you with the words make your soul vibrate.
The that we contemplate, when we comin up...
Keep this rap tight **AIGHT**.

Imagine the day that's forever,
for the sun to come up.
As as you try, it's a lie
you change the weather.
Maybe I stop giving a fuck.
*Plus* You bin tellin me that goes on,
but as this rap star belongs.
You start what else could go wrong..
*All you can do is sing your song* in the nigga.

Nigga life journey to the me, these endless questions,
they my dome-piece.. like:
What am I do with all the groupies that I
Will I the other cheek,
or do I the other cheek?
Please freak, you touched by this
Indian connection,
let me rub on titties.
-And get in it for a to win it,
let you fall in love it, then I'm out.
I got work 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.
parade plague, it's a categorized sickness.
Who say, that brother socks got it locked
LA to Brickston, I'm broke,
for that kill for my position.
I rap to Vince Carter at Sky Dome,
if you see me on the beat, ET home.
And tell yo 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 shit tight