Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin that
Arguing my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them 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, on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, bag fulla Tic Tacs
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
Moons ago, way I even had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka
And letting the older cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the broads and all the
Up the I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, all the time
I thank the Lord for me the gift to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a of butter and some milk
Around the corner from the spot where all the dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this music off the ground high ass expectations
Took a little 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 and still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I told you once
I ain't rapping too fast, see just listening too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The industry mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine