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 crack 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 Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them the Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the shootin craps

You you know, but you really don't have no idea
Listen to discography of E40, talk for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a
I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older up in my hood pump fear
Funkin my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit rhyme

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