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, a pump and fake,
Give me funky dollars you can bump my tape,
my flow come reala than a dealer servin' killa,
Ain't nobody trilla, Still a chilla,
Feel a millimeter comin' than a cheetah,
Me you on your peta,
snatch 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, 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 one care at home,
Pair of chrome gats, blow on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock hot rocks in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you should from,
Everywhere I somebody wanna burn one,
the cursed son worse than the first one,
When me gat to the nurse or the hearse,
'cause I shoot'em in the man, local Hillwoodian,
on a cookie, Mama put me in the Looney bin,
Could have been a man, up in NeverNeverLand,
helpin' hand, reason this record jam,
Never ran, will,
chill in Hillwood,
Damn sure good,
Livin' in a 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 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 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 still lose,
in my blood to kill fools,
Him death when he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and I press eject,
The Mex will check any clique 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,
take a hit, let me get you high