Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up a dude
I was brought up in the crack dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we loved eachother so
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big
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 shootin craps

You you know, but you really don't have 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 letting the older cats up in my hood pump
Funkin my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm to climb, game sharper than a porcupine 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 the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a of butter and some milk
Around the corner the spot where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this off the ground with high ass expectations
a little time and patience, a little 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 decade and a half and still in the
In case you suckers know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all listening too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The industry mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine