Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come around a pound
(x4)
Verse:
Well let me jump in this funk, with a and fake,
Give me five dollars you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow come reala than a dealer killa,
nobody trilla, Still a body chilla,
Feel a comin' quicker than a cheetah,
Me you on your peta,
Then your senorita,
I be the creepa, back sweeper,
a pound of reefer, hit me on my beeper,
Leaf of tha Ganga, make me want'cha,
Dip me up in water, with me sauncha,
Got'cha, me glock pop pop on drop top,
Tha way I dodge like the rock in hop scotch,
Drop a pig, I can dig in your terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, know one care at home,
Pair of gats, blow backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock poppin' hot in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, Daddy smoke like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you learn from,
I turn somebody wanna burn one,
It's the son worse than the first one,
When me gat burst to the or the hearse,
'cause I shoot'em in the man, local Hillwoodian,
Choppin' on a cookie, Mama put me in the bin,
Could have a better man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's helpin' hand, reason this jam,
Never ran, will,
Still in Hillwood,
Damn feel 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 ain't no these,
I got slack in the and the back of me,
a tragedy, I was raised on streets,
Blazed on sweets, and posses,
Costly profession, my lesson,
Bout' Impressin' my with Smith & Wesson,
Ghetto issues,
When I me crack, had me Mom goin' through a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I'd still lose,
It's in my to kill fools,
Him choose when he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and then I eject,
The Mex will check any clique trips,
It don't make talkin' lip to clips,
way to run, where do you hide?
Boo-YAH! Ooh y'all died,
Now take a ride with me, the deep blue sky,
take a hit, let me get you high