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 breeds gangsters and Vice Lords

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

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

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

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

Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24s to get
Gettin' make me feel like

Let me see all of my come 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 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 Southside
City of the chrome, get up for standin' outside
talk no shit or you can end up on prime time
My nigga Ty Nitti be holdin' down the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fiends lurkin', niggaz serve in hallways
say shit 'cause they be gettin' money all day

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

Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the now
Gettin' paper make me 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 come up in the Bay

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

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