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 funky dollars you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow come reala than a dealer killa,
Ain't nobody trilla, a body chilla,
Feel a millimeter comin' quicker a cheetah,
Me you on your 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 pop pop on your drop 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 glock hot rocks in your body, party-hearty,
Dodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you learn from,
Everywhere I somebody wanna burn one,
the cursed son worse than the first one,
When me gat 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,
Jesus's hand, reason this record jam,
Never ran, will,
chill in Hillwood,
Damn feel 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 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,
Addressin' issues,
When I me crack, had me Mom goin' through a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I'd probably lose,
in my blood to kill fools,
Him choose death he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and then I eject,
The Mex will check any clique trips,
It don't sense talkin' lip to clips,
way to run, where do you hide?
Boo-YAH! Ooh almost died,
Now a ride with me, through the deep blue sky,
Here a hit, let me get you high