Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come around blaze a
(x4)
Verse:
Well let me jump in this funk, a pump and fake,
Give me five dollars you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow come reala a dealer servin' killa,
Ain't nobody trilla, a body chilla,
Feel a millimeter quicker than a cheetah,
Me you on your peta,
Then your senorita,
I be the creepa, back sweeper,
a pound 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 drop top,
Tha way I cops like the rock in hop scotch,
Drop a pig, I can dig deep in terrordome,
on my square alone, don't know one care at home,
Pair of gats, blow backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock poppin' hot in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you should from,
I turn somebody wanna burn one,
It's the son worse than the first one,
When me gat to the nurse or the hearse,
I shoot'em in the booty man, local Hillwoodian,
Choppin' on a cookie, Mama put me in the bin,
Could been a better man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's helpin' hand, reason this 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,
daquiri's, and ain't 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,
Costly profession, my lesson,
Bout' my click with Smith & Wesson,
Ghetto issues,
When I sold me crack, had me Mom goin' a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I'd still lose,
It's in my blood to fools,
Him choose death he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and I press eject,
The Mex will check any that trips,
It don't sense talkin' lip to clips,
Which way to run, do you hide?
Boo-YAH! Ooh almost died,
Now take a ride me, through the deep blue sky,
Here take a hit, let me get you