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 funk, with a pump and fake,
Give me five funky dollars you can my tape,
'cause my flow come than a dealer servin' killa,
Ain't trilla, Still a body chilla,
a millimeter comin' quicker than a cheetah,
Me drop you on peta,
Then your senorita,
I be the creepa, back sweeper,
Want a of reefer, hit me on my beeper,
Leaf of tha Ganga, me really want'cha,
Dip me up in water, with me sauncha,
Got'cha, me glock pop pop on drop 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, blow on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock hot rocks in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, your Daddy smoke Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm the one you should learn from,
Everywhere I turn somebody wanna one,
It's the cursed son than the first one,
me gat burst to the nurse or the hearse,
'cause I shoot'em in the man, local Hillwoodian,
on a cookie, Mama put me in the Looney bin,
Could have been a man, up in NeverNeverLand,
helpin' hand, reason this record jam,
Never ran, 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,
Drinkin' daquiri's, and ain't no these,
I got slack in the and the back of me,
a tragedy, I was raised on streets,
Blazed on sweets, and posses,
Costly profession, my lesson,
Bout' Impressin' my with 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 still lose,
It's in my to kill fools,
Him choose when he disrespect,
my Tec, and then I press eject,
The Mex will check any clique trips,
It make sense talkin' lip to clips,
Which way to run, where do you
Boo-YAH! Ooh y'all died,
Now take a ride with me, through the blue sky,
Here take a hit, let me get you