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 type a
I was up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin 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, glad bag Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in time, in my spare time writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete craps

You think you know, but you really have no idea
Listen to discography of E40, real talk for
Moons ago, way I even had a career
I got my nickname on the for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, here
Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, sharper than a porcupine spine
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 Lord for giving me the to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and 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 high ass expectations
Took a 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 and a half and still in the loop
In case you didn't know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just too slow
I paved the way for the independent
The industry they mimick me, but wanna gimme mine