Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me you to the wicked wicked Westside
them niggaz 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 mayne, standin' 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 ride non-stop

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

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

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

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

Bitch ass motherfuckers, I'm about to 'em out
If they hit me before they get me I'ma '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 down
Gettin' paper make me feel

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 come 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 elite of the mob at
Know somebody, better call them out or try to tell them
When they tell you, where you from? they catch you on the elevator

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

Mercedes parked out front, chillin' with a hat 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 beat kinda hot but the cops wanna to hold the work
He got that duty so can't do nothin' to me

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

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 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

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