Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come around blaze a
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Verse:
Well let me jump in this funk, with a and fake,
Give me five funky dollars you can my tape,
'cause my flow come reala a dealer servin' killa,
Ain't trilla, Still a body chilla,
a millimeter comin' quicker than a cheetah,
Me you on your peta,
Then snatch senorita,
I be the creepa, street sweeper,
a pound of reefer, hit me on my beeper,
Leaf of tha Ganga, me really want'cha,
Dip me up in water, with me sauncha,
Got'cha, me glock pop pop on your top,
Tha way I dodge like the rock in hop scotch,
Drop a pig, I can dig deep in terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, know one care at home,
Pair of chrome gats, backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock poppin' hot in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, your Daddy like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you learn from,
Everywhere I turn wanna burn one,
It's the cursed son worse than the one,
When me gat to the nurse or the hearse,
'cause I shoot'em in the booty man, Hillwoodian,
Choppin' on a cookie, Mama put me in the bin,
Could been a better man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's helpin' hand, reason record jam,
Never ran, will,
chill in Hillwood,
Damn sure good,
Livin' in a hood

Second
Now you can on knees,
You can for keys,
I cut my cheese,
And get t G's,
Drinkin' daquiri's, and no jackin' these,
I got slack in the and the back of me,
a tragedy, I was raised on streets,
Blazed on sweets, and posses,
profession, learned my lesson,
Bout' Impressin' my with Smith & Wesson,
Addressin' issues,
When I sold me crack, had me Mom goin' a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I'd probably lose,
It's in my to kill fools,
Him choose death he disrespect,
my Tec, and then I press eject,
The Mex will check any that trips,
It make sense talkin' lip to clips,
Which way to run, where do you
Boo-YAH! Ooh y'all died,
Now take a ride with me, through the deep sky,
take a hit, let me get you high