Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come around blaze a
(x4)
Verse:
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 than a dealer killa,
Ain't trilla, Still a body chilla,
Feel a comin' quicker than a cheetah,
Me you on your peta,
Then 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 like the rock in hop scotch,
Drop a pig, I can dig in your terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, don't know one at home,
Pair of chrome gats, backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock hot rocks in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, your smoke like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm the one you should learn from,
I turn somebody wanna burn one,
It's the cursed son worse than the one,
When me gat burst to the or the hearse,
'cause I in the booty 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, this 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,
Drinkin' daquiri's, and ain't no 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,
Bout' my click with Smith & Wesson,
Ghetto issues,
When I me crack, had me Mom goin' through a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I'd probably lose,
It's in my blood to fools,
Him choose death he disrespect,
my Tec, and then I press eject,
The Mex will check any that trips,
It don't sense talkin' lip to clips,
Which way to run, do you hide?
Boo-YAH! Ooh y'all died,
Now take a ride with me, through the deep sky,
Here take a hit, let me get you