Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

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

You you know, but you really don't have no idea
Listen to discography of E40, talk for real
Moons ago, way I even had a career
I got my nickname on the for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen
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 echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some
Around the corner from the spot where all the dealers
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this music off the with high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience, a little in God
To make a long story short, look at me now
I'm doing it chubby the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and in the loop
In you suckers didn't 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 they me, but don't wanna gimme mine