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 this funk, a pump and fake,
Give me five funky you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow come reala than a servin' killa,
Ain't nobody trilla, a body chilla,
Feel a comin' quicker than a cheetah,
Me drop you on peta,
Then your senorita,
I be the creepa, street sweeper,
Want a 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 like the rock in hop scotch,
a pig, I can dig deep in your terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, know one care at home,
Pair of chrome gats, 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 burn one,
It's the cursed son worse than the one,
When me gat burst to the or the hearse,
'cause I shoot'em in the booty man, Hillwoodian,
on a cookie, Mama put me in the Looney bin,
Could been a better man, up in NeverNeverLand,
helpin' hand, reason this record jam,
Never ran, will,
chill in Hillwood,
Damn sure 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,
a tragedy, I was raised on streets,
Blazed on sweets, and posses,
profession, learned my lesson,
Bout' Impressin' my click Smith & 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,
It's in my blood to fools,
Him death when he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and then I eject,
The Mex will any clique that trips,
It don't make sense lip to clips,
Which way to run, where do you
Boo-YAH! Ooh almost died,
Now take a ride with me, the deep blue sky,
take a hit, let me get you high