Luyện nghe bài hát From the Ground Up

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

The foundation was laid several ago
I built a whole in your stereo
Got a four leaf clover 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 years you made
So what's up E-Feezi? We the shit, beotch

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

Barney Rubble, in trouble and fuckin' up
Parole got me makin' my kids 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 nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a about us from the bottom we started
We with nothing from nothing we made something
Nobody gave a damn about us from the ground on up

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

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

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

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

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

I spent sixteen hundred makin' born to
my niggaz 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 roll by bumpin' your
It makes you feel like when you bust a nut
Now I'm a millionaire and can't get
Forty tell em how it is way too tough, Short

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

And that's a compliment 'cause I trippin' on the money
What the money? What about the money?
Ask me, sheeit, I think there's money up in this bitch
For all of us, we can Sasquatch the system without a doubt
All we gotta be is 'bout our paper

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

That's real, Too Sheezee, Ant Banks, Forty
K-Ci and my nigga,
We all from the ground up, beaotch

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

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