Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come around blaze a
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Verse:
Well let me jump in this funk, a pump and fake,
Give me five funky dollars you can my tape,
'cause my flow reala than a dealer servin' killa,
Ain't nobody trilla, a body chilla,
Feel a millimeter comin' quicker a cheetah,
Me drop you on peta,
Then your senorita,
I be the creepa, street sweeper,
a pound 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 glock pop pop on your 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, backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my poppin' hot rocks in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, your Daddy like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you learn from,
Everywhere I somebody wanna burn one,
It's the son worse than the first one,
When me gat to the nurse or the hearse,
'cause I shoot'em in the booty man, Hillwoodian,
Choppin' on a cookie, put me in the Looney bin,
Could have a better man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's helpin' hand, reason record jam,
ran, never will,
Still in Hillwood,
Damn sure 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 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,
Addressin' 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 choose when he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and then I eject,
The Mex will check any that trips,
It don't make sense lip to clips,
way to run, where do you hide?
Boo-YAH! Ooh almost died,
Now take a with me, through the deep blue sky,
Here a hit, let me get you high