Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up a dude
I was brought up in the game dealin and pushin that stuff
with my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet trucks
Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine camp
Posted up thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in time, in my spare time writin raps
In the yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin craps

You think you know, but you really don't have no
Listen to discography of E40, real talk for
Moons ago, way before I even had a
I got my nickname on the turf for hecka beer
And never the older cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the broads and all the
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine
Don't gimme nothing, 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 spit this

A loaf of bread, a of butter and some milk
Around the corner the spot where all the dealers dealt
and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations
Tryin to get this music off the ground with ass expectations
a little time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long story short, look at me now
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, like the soup
A de- a decade and a 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 just too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The they mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine