Luyện nghe bài hát From the Ground Up

Testin',
It's game orienfested, sixes vested
K-Cizee, JoJo, that boy Too Sheezee, Shaw
And Stevens, AKA, Charlie Hustle
Hey Todd, you on? Am I on?

The foundation was laid years ago
I built a whole in your stereo
Got a four leaf representin' the Bay
Oakland, Frisco, Vallejo, and EPA

We keep the shit together, let's keep it way
Sacramento all the way to San Jose
We in a new era for ten years you hits
So up E-Feezi? We still the shit, beotch

How you think I got this pot belly,
a nigga was hungry, I had an appetite
Just like a lie to my people that's caught up in the
Motherfuckers to bubble, niggaz tired of slangin'

Barney Rubble, in trouble and fuckin' up
Parole got me my kids piss in a cup
cold, that's why I got a few bucks, I put up
From sellin' greens, investing in vending machines
From the up

We started with from nothing we made something
Nobody really a damn about us from the bottom we started
We with nothing from nothing we made something
really gave a damn about us from the ground on up

From the up, here go some details
This verse right here was made, said strictly for the
Don't y'all know it's time for to blow up like Napalm
of sellin' Tupperware and Avon

Get your license, go on and put the peas in the pot
Tell baby to get your baby daddy to buy you a nail shop
Or a beauty saloon, since he come to be the biggest
methamphetamine laughs and heroin balloons

Six police pulled me over laid a on the ground
Searched my car real good I know you what they found
I had the trunk, full of that junk, X-Rated lyrics, laced with the

No doubt, I was just to flood the streets
Big boxes full of tapes them dope fiend beats
Two white boy groupies, mad as
Black men makin' mail, take him to jail

We started with nothing nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us the bottom we started
We started with nothing from nothing we made
Nobody really gave a about us from the ground on up

I sixteen hundred makin' born to mack
Used my gold ropes and his Cadillac
I was broke to start with, didn't a fuck
tell me Short Dawg wasn't comin' up

When motherfuckers by bumpin' your stuff
It makes you good like when you bust a nut
Now I'm a millionaire and get enough
Forty tell em how it is way too tough, Short

I first started rappin', motherfuckers would cap
That nigga fake he sound like Pecker on crack
Niggaz, would laugh and say, "I rap too fast way then"
But now I be catchin' all of motherfuckers tryin' to sneak
My little old in

And a compliment 'cause I ain't trippin' on the money
What about the money? What about the
Ask me, sheeit, I think there's enough money up in this
For all of us, we can pimp the system without a doubt
All we be is 'bout our paper route

We started with nothing nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a about us from the bottom we started
We started with from nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a about us from the ground on up

That's real, Too Sheezee, Ant Banks, Forty
and my nigga, JoJo
We all come from the up, beaotch

Right the bottom to the top from the ground up we never stop
Right from the bottom to the top, we stop
Right from the bottom to the top from the ground up we stop
Right from the bottom to the top, we never

Never stop, no we will never stop,
We will never stop, we will, we will stop
We never stop from the ground up, from the ground up
From the ground up, no, the ground up, from the ground up
From the bottom to the top, baby, baby baby baby baby, baby,