Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come around blaze a
(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 reala than a dealer servin' killa,
Ain't trilla, Still a body chilla,
Feel a 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, make me want'cha,
Dip me up in water, fried me sauncha,
Got'cha, me glock pop pop on drop top,
Tha way I cops like the rock in hop scotch,
a pig, I can dig deep in your terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, don't one care at home,
Pair of chrome gats, blow on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock hot rocks in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you learn from,
Everywhere I somebody wanna burn one,
It's the cursed son than the first one,
When me gat burst to the 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 this jam,
ran, never will,
Still in Hillwood,
sure 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 in the front and the back of me,
a tragedy, I was raised on streets,
Blazed on sweets, and posses,
profession, learned my lesson,
Bout' my click 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 probably lose,
in my blood to kill fools,
Him death when he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and 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 almost died,
Now a ride with me, through the deep blue sky,
take a hit, let me get you high