Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up

Yo, I'm used to.. to the right, hot to the left,
Turn them on, let the water run on my chest
and away the stress.
I swear to my mama she die a happy woman on my last breath.
Lookin back, reminisin'- how have left us
OGs who used to with the best touch.
Hold they chrome, and hold they own. messed up,
Now a nigga 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, my life but I won't give in.
Until we spokes has bin in, and my home is out,
and dealin with no less than half a million.
In a on some acres, and half these children.
Livin' the life they deserve and fake realism.
I hit you with the wisom, you ain't it
kiss '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, we comin up...
Keep this rap tight **AIGHT**.

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

life time journey to the me, these endless 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 love it, then I'm out.
'cause I got work to finish, the 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 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 - your old high school friends
on the tube Toronto.
And it right, pursuin 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 *aight*