Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

Bustin' while we runnin' from the five, oh
Hit the adversaries up because we slow

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

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

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

Go ahead and drop you can 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 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 you to the motherfuckin' Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for standin'
Don't talk no shit or you can end up on prime
My nigga Ty be holdin' down the nine-nine

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

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

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

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

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 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 take you to the motherfuckin'
Where the true thugs and the members of the mob at
Know somebody, better them out or try to tell them later
When they tell you, where you when they catch you on the elevator

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

Mercedes out front, chillin' with a hat cocked to the left
In the ride with the cocked smokin' a blunt
300Z with the do's and some hoes with a big ol' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna to hold the work
He got that duty so they can't do to me

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

Let me see all of my come up in Chi-Town
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 come up in Houston
Let me see all of my come up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

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