Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up

Yo, I'm used to.. to the right, hot to the left,
Turn them on, let the warm run on my chest
and wash the stress.
I swear to my she die a happy woman on my very last breath.
Lookin back, reminisin'- how many left us
OGs who used to squeeze with the touch.
Hold they chrome, and hold own. It's messed up,
Now a nigga through 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 but I won't give in.
Until we spokes has bin in, and my is chilled out,
and dealin with no less than half a million.
In a crib on some acres, and half children.
Livin' the life deserve and just fake realism.
I hit you with the wisom, you ain't it
then 'em -- THE NUTS.
If you dissin, me from a distance.
I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your vibrate.
The things that we contemplate, when we up...
Keep this rap shit **AIGHT**.

the day that's black forever,
waitin' for the sun to up.
As as you try, it's a lie
you change the weather.
Maybe I should stop a fuck.
*Plus* You bin tellin me that life on,
but as this rap trek belongs.
You start wonderin' what else go wrong..
you can do is sing your song* in the pockets nigga.

Nigga life time journey to the me, these questions,
they play my dome-piece..
What am I do all the groupies that I meet?
Will I turn the cheek,
or do I turn the 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 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 listenin I'ma 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 from
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 - your old high school friends
on the representin' Toronto.
And doin' it right, his life.
Disease to take when he caresses the mic.
Sendin' this one out to cats with hype,
do it for you,
keep rap shit tight *aight*