Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a ass little 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
with my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real
and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic
In the mean time, in between time, in my time writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin

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

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and milk
Around the from the spot where all the dealers dealt
and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations
Tryin to get this music off the with high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience, a faith in God
To make a long short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby 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 rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The industry mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine