Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a on my soil, a stand up type a dude
I was up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and 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, on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time writin
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin

You think you know, but you really don't have no
to discography of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka
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 ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a spine
Don't nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to 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 with high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience, a faith in God
To make a long story short, 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 suckers didn't know, I told you before
I rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too slow
I paved the way for the independent
The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna mine