Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come blaze a pound
(x4)
Verse:
Well let me jump in funk, with a pump and fake,
me five funky dollars you can bump my tape,
'cause my come reala than a dealer servin' killa,
Ain't trilla, Still a body chilla,
Feel a millimeter comin' quicker a cheetah,
Me drop you on peta,
Then snatch 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 glock pop pop on drop top,
Tha way I dodge like the rock in hop scotch,
Drop a pig, I can dig deep in terrordome,
on my square alone, don't know one care at home,
Pair of chrome gats, blow 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 wanna burn one,
It's the cursed son worse than the one,
When me gat burst to the or the hearse,
'cause I shoot'em in the man, local Hillwoodian,
Choppin' on a cookie, put me in the Looney bin,
have been a better man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's helpin' hand, reason record jam,
Never ran, will,
Still in Hillwood,
Damn sure good,
in a real hood

Second
Now you can on knees,
You can for keys,
I cut my cheese,
And get t G's,
daquiri's, and ain't 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,
Costly profession, my lesson,
Impressin' my click with Smith & Wesson,
Addressin' issues,
I sold me crack, had me Mom goin' through a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I'd probably lose,
in my blood to kill fools,
Him choose when he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and I press eject,
The Mex will any clique that trips,
It don't sense talkin' lip to clips,
Which way to run, where do you
Boo-YAH! Ooh almost died,
Now a ride with me, through the deep blue sky,
Here take a hit, let me get you