Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come around a pound
(x4)
First
Well let me jump in this funk, a pump 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,
Feel a millimeter comin' quicker a cheetah,
Me drop you on peta,
Then your senorita,
I be the creepa, street sweeper,
Want a 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 pop pop on your drop top,
Tha way I dodge cops like the in hop scotch,
Drop a pig, I can dig deep in terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, don't know one at home,
Pair of gats, blow backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock hot rocks in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, your smoke like Bob Marley,
I'm hardly the one you should learn from,
Everywhere I turn somebody wanna one,
the cursed son worse than the first one,
When me gat to the nurse or the hearse,
'cause I shoot'em in the man, local Hillwoodian,
on a cookie, Mama put me in the Looney bin,
Could have a better man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's helpin' hand, reason record jam,
Never ran, will,
chill 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 no jackin' these,
I got slack in the and the back of me,
It's a tragedy, I was on streets,
on sweets, and sprayed posses,
Costly profession, my lesson,
Impressin' my click with Smith & Wesson,
Addressin' issues,
When I sold me crack, had me Mom through a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I'd still lose,
It's in my blood to fools,
Him choose death he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and then I eject,
The Mex will any clique that trips,
It don't make sense lip to clips,
Which way to run, where do you
Boo-YAH! Ooh almost died,
Now take a ride with me, through the deep sky,
Here take a hit, let me get you