Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where niggaz carry chrome and the best die
we push up in the corners that we fight for
City from the shores breeds gangsters and Lords

pistols while we runnin' from the five, oh
Hit the adversaries up we drive slow

Oh, I'm a mayne, standin' on these corners
Hustlin' for my denim and if you try to move
Soon as I hear one
I'ma let the tec and desert ride non-stop

If I have to I'll commit a murder to maintain
Tell me what you I'm from a city
Where they gang bang and I got thang thang

Get it however you it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work way up 'til you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the shit in town
Bet you within a week you'll be able to get a

Go ahead and you can whip on 24s to get around
paper make me feel like

Let me see all of my gangsters come up in
Let me see all of my hustlers come up in
Let me see all of my riders up in the Bay

Let me see all of my come up in Houston
Let me see all of my bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my come up MIA

Now let me take you to the motherfuckin'
of the chrome, get shot up for standin' outside
Don't no shit or you can end up on prime time
My Ty Nitti be holdin' down the nine-nine

That's the thugs lurks, I done been out there
Seen them niggaz put in work
When I'm in the 100's you can always smell the of purple
These niggaz always gettin' money in they inner

Fuck with 'em they fin' to hurt you, gotta get cash on
Necessary evil quick to put the mask on
Then gotta put the mash on, steady bustin' at each other
I take a and bust my strap and scream out, "Free my brother"

ass motherfuckers, I'm about to break 'em out
If they hit me they get me I'ma take 'em out
If we successful we gon' a blunt and cruise home
Introduce him to his new charger no shoes on 'til the haters move on

In to set up shop now, gotsa hold the block
Gettin' paper make me like

Let me see all of my gangsters come up in
Let me see all of my hustlers up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my come up in the Bay

Let me see all of my killers come up in
Let me see all of my come up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

Now let me take you to the projects
Where the true thugs and the elite of the mob at
Know somebody, better call them out or try to tell them
they tell you, where you from? when they catch you on the elevator

The fiends lurkin', niggaz serve in hallways
Can't say 'cause they be gettin' money all day

Mercedes parked out front, chillin' with a hat to the left
In the ride with the glock cocked smokin' a
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and some hoes a big ol' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come to hold the
He got that duty so they do nothin' to me

Seventh with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' paper me feel like

Let me see all of my gangsters up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my come up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my come up in the Bay

Let me see all of my killers come up in
Let me see all of my bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my come up MIA

Yeah, oh six shit
For all the real and bitches to ride to
Not none of ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' goofy shit
This some of that real shit, Chi-Town shit
That gangster shit, fool, bitch