Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let me see all of my gangsters up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my hustlers 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 bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

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

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

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

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

In to set up shop now, gotsa the block down
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 riders 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 niggaz up MIA

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

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

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

Seventh flo' with the 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 hustlers come up in
Let me see all of my riders 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 come up MIA

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