Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack game dealin and that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we loved eachother so
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine camp
up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, bag fulla Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete craps

You think you know, but you really don't have no
Listen to discography of E40, real for real
Moons ago, way I even had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking beer
And never letting the 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 sharper than a porcupine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, and grind
Hot ones echo the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a of butter and some milk
Around the corner from the spot where all the dealers
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this off the ground with high ass expectations
Took a time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky the soup
A de- a and a half and still in the loop
In you suckers didn't know, I told you once before
I ain't too fast, see y'all just listening too slow
I paved the way for the grind
The industry they me, but don't wanna gimme mine