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 funk, with a pump and fake,
Give me five funky you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow come reala than a dealer killa,
nobody trilla, Still a body chilla,
Feel a millimeter comin' than a cheetah,
Me drop you on peta,
Then your senorita,
I be the creepa, back sweeper,
Want a of reefer, hit me on my beeper,
of tha Ganga, make me really want'cha,
Dip me up in water, fried 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,
Smoke on my square alone, don't know one at home,
Pair of chrome gats, backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock poppin' hot in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Carley, your 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 worse the first one,
When me gat to the nurse or the hearse,
'cause I shoot'em in the booty man, Hillwoodian,
on a cookie, Mama put me in the Looney bin,
Could have been a man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's helpin' hand, reason this jam,
Never ran, will,
Still in Hillwood,
Damn feel 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,
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,
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 death he disrespect,
my Tec, and then I press 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, the deep blue sky,
Here take a hit, let me get you