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
let me jump in this funk, with a pump and fake,
Give me five funky you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow come reala than a servin' killa,
nobody trilla, Still a body chilla,
Feel a comin' quicker than a cheetah,
Me you on your peta,
snatch your senorita,
I be the creepa, back sweeper,
Want a of reefer, hit me on my beeper,
of tha Ganga, make me really want'cha,
Dip me up in water, fried me sauncha,
Got'cha, me pop pop on your drop top,
Tha way I cops 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, blow on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock poppin' hot in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, Daddy smoke like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you should from,
Everywhere I turn somebody wanna one,
It's the cursed son worse the first one,
When me gat burst to the 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,
helpin' hand, reason this record jam,
Never ran, will,
chill in Hillwood,
Damn 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 in the front and the back of me,
It's a tragedy, I was on streets,
Blazed on sweets, and posses,
Costly profession, my lesson,
Bout' Impressin' my 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 still lose,
in my blood to kill fools,
Him death when he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and then I eject,
The Mex will check any clique trips,
It don't make sense 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,
take a hit, let me get you high