Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

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

You you know, but you really don't have no idea
Listen to of E40, real talk for real
ago, way before I even had a career
I got my nickname on the for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen
Jealous we had all the broads 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 ones through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme

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