Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian
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 we loved eachother so much
and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, 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 yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin craps

You you know, but you really don't have no idea
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 the older cats up in my hood pump fear
with my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper 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 stick of and some milk
the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
to get this music off the ground with high ass expectations
Took a time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and still in the
In case you suckers didn't know, I you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The industry they mimick me, but don't gimme mine