Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come around blaze a
(x4)
First
Well let me jump in this funk, with a and fake,
Give me five dollars you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow reala than a dealer servin' killa,
Ain't nobody trilla, a body chilla,
Feel a millimeter comin' than a cheetah,
Me drop you on peta,
Then snatch 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 pop pop on your drop top,
Tha way I dodge cops the rock in hop scotch,
Drop a pig, I can dig deep in terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, don't one care at home,
of chrome gats, blow backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my poppin' hot rocks 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 somebody wanna one,
It's the cursed son worse than the one,
When me gat to the nurse or the hearse,
I shoot'em in the booty man, local Hillwoodian,
Choppin' on a cookie, put me in the Looney bin,
Could have a better man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's hand, reason this record jam,
ran, never will,
Still in Hillwood,
sure feel good,
Livin' in a real

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,
Blazed on sweets, and posses,
profession, learned 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 still lose,
It's in my blood to fools,
Him death when he disrespect,
my Tec, and then I press eject,
The Mex will check any clique 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 me, through the deep blue sky,
Here take a hit, let me get you