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 brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin that
Arguing with my folkers cause we loved eachother so
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block tuff
Strikin and them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street
Posted up thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, bag fulla Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time writin
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 for real
Moons ago, way before I had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking beer
And never letting the older cats up in my hood fear
Funkin my own soil, listen 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 through 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 from the spot 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 a long story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky like the
A de- a decade and a and still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I told you once
I ain't rapping too fast, see just listening too slow
I paved the way for the grind
The industry they mimick me, but wanna gimme mine