Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

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

You think you know, but you really don't no idea
Listen to discography of E40, talk for real
ago, way before I even 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 cause we had all the broads and all the
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game 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 giving me the gift to spit this

A loaf of bread, a stick of and some milk
Around the corner from the spot 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 little in God
To a long story short, look at me now sahob
I'm it chubby like the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a and a half and still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all listening too slow
I paved the way for the grind
The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna mine