Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a
I was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we eachother so much
and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic
In the time, in between time, in my spare time writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete craps

You think you know, but you really don't have no
Listen to discography of E40, real talk for
ago, way before I even had a career
I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older cats up in my hood fear
Funkin with my own soil, here
Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear
Up the I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit rhyme

A loaf of bread, a of butter and some milk
Around the corner from the where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this music off the ground high ass expectations
a little time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long story short, look at me now
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky like the
A de- a decade and a half and in the loop
In you suckers didn't know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see just listening too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The industry they me, but don't wanna gimme mine