Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
around blaze a pound
(x4)
First
Well let me jump in this funk, with a and fake,
Give me five dollars you can bump my tape,
'cause my come reala than a dealer servin' killa,
Ain't nobody trilla, a body chilla,
Feel a comin' quicker than a cheetah,
Me drop you on peta,
snatch 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 your top,
Tha way I dodge cops the rock in hop scotch,
a pig, I can dig deep in your terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, don't know one at home,
Pair of chrome gats, blow on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock poppin' hot rocks in body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, Daddy smoke like Bob Marley,
I'm hardly the one you should learn from,
Everywhere I turn wanna burn one,
It's the cursed son than the first one,
me gat burst 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 this jam,
ran, never will,
Still in Hillwood,
sure feel good,
Livin' in a real

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,
Costly profession, my lesson,
Bout' Impressin' my with Smith & Wesson,
Ghetto issues,
When I sold me crack, had me Mom goin' a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I'd still lose,
in my blood to kill fools,
Him death when he disrespect,
my Tec, and then I press eject,
The Mex will check any that trips,
It make sense talkin' lip to clips,
way to run, where do you hide?
Boo-YAH! Ooh y'all died,
Now take a with me, through the deep blue sky,
Here a hit, let me get you high