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 a dude
I was brought up in the crack game dealin and that stuff
Arguing with my cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them the Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete craps

You think you know, but you really don't no idea
Listen to discography of E40, real for real
Moons ago, way before I had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka
And never letting the older up in my hood pump fear
Funkin my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, sharper than a porcupine spine
gimme 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 this

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