Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come around a pound
(x4)
Verse:
Well let me jump in this funk, with a and fake,
Give me funky dollars you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow reala than a dealer servin' killa,
nobody trilla, Still a body chilla,
Feel a millimeter comin' quicker a cheetah,
Me drop you on peta,
snatch your senorita,
I be the creepa, back sweeper,
Want a 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 pop pop on your 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, backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock hot rocks in your body, party-hearty,
Dodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you should from,
I turn somebody wanna burn one,
It's the cursed son than the first one,
When me gat burst to the or the hearse,
'cause I in the booty man, local Hillwoodian,
Choppin' on a cookie, put me in the Looney bin,
Could have been a man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's helpin' hand, reason this jam,
ran, never 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,
Drinkin' daquiri's, and no jackin' these,
I got slack in the and the back of me,
It's a tragedy, I was on streets,
on sweets, and sprayed posses,
Costly profession, my lesson,
Bout' Impressin' my click with & 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,
It's in my blood to fools,
Him death when he disrespect,
my Tec, and then I press eject,
The Mex check any clique that trips,
It don't make 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