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 dollars you can bump my tape,
'cause my come 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, street sweeper,
Want a of reefer, hit me on my beeper,
of tha Ganga, make me really want'cha,
Dip me up in water, with me sauncha,
Got'cha, me glock pop pop on your top,
Tha way I dodge cops like the in hop scotch,
a pig, I can dig deep in your terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, don't know one at home,
of chrome gats, blow backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock poppin' hot in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, your Daddy smoke Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you learn from,
Everywhere I turn somebody burn one,
It's the cursed son worse the first one,
me gat burst to the nurse or the hearse,
'cause I in the booty man, local Hillwoodian,
Choppin' on a cookie, Mama put me in the bin,
Could have been a man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's helpin' hand, reason this 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,
daquiri's, and ain't no jackin' these,
I got slack in the and the back of me,
It's a tragedy, I was on streets,
on sweets, and sprayed posses,
Costly profession, my lesson,
Impressin' my click with 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 still lose,
It's in my blood to fools,
Him choose 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, do you hide?
Boo-YAH! Ooh y'all died,
Now take a with me, through the deep blue sky,
Here a hit, let me get you high