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 funky dollars you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow come reala than a dealer killa,
Ain't nobody trilla, Still a chilla,
Feel a comin' quicker than a cheetah,
Me you on your peta,
Then your senorita,
I be the creepa, street sweeper,
a pound of reefer, hit me on my beeper,
Leaf of tha Ganga, me really want'cha,
Dip me up in water, fried me sauncha,
Got'cha, me glock pop pop on your top,
Tha way I dodge cops the rock in hop scotch,
Drop a pig, I can dig in your terrordome,
Smoke on my alone, don't know one care at home,
Pair of chrome gats, backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock poppin' hot rocks in body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, your Daddy like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you learn from,
Everywhere I turn somebody burn one,
It's the son worse than the first one,
When me gat to the nurse 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 hand, reason this record 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 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 click with & Wesson,
Ghetto issues,
When I sold me crack, had me Mom 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 then I eject,
The Mex will check any clique trips,
It don't make talkin' lip to clips,
Which way to run, where do you
Boo-YAH! Ooh y'all died,
Now a ride with me, through the deep blue sky,
take a hit, let me get you high