Luyện nghe bài hát From the Ground Up

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

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

We keep the shit together, keep it that way
From all the way to San Jose
We in a new era for ten you made hits
So what's up E-Feezi? We still the shit,

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

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

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

From the ground up, here go details
This right here was made, said strictly for the females
Don't y'all know time for y'all to blow up like Napalm
Instead of sellin' and Avon

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

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

No doubt, I was just about to flood the
Big boxes full of with them dope fiend beats
Two boy groupies, mad as hell
Black men makin' mail, couldn't him to jail

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

I spent hundred makin' born to mack
Used my niggaz ropes and his Cadillac
I was broke to with, didn't give a fuck
Couldn't tell me Dawg wasn't comin' up

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

When I first rappin', motherfuckers would cap
nigga fake he sound like Woody Pecker on crack
Niggaz, would and say, "I rap too fast way back then"
But now I be all kind of motherfuckers tryin' to sneak
My old style in

And that's a compliment 'cause I ain't on the money
What about the What about the money?
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 gotta be is our paper route

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

real, Too Sheezee, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli
K-Ci and my nigga,
We all come the ground up, beaotch

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

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