Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

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

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

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

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

Go ahead and you can whip on 24s to get around
Gettin' paper make me 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 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 take you to the Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for standin'
Don't talk no or you can end up on prime time
My Ty Nitti be holdin' down the nine-nine

That's where the thugs lurks, I done 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

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 take a and bust my strap and scream out, "Free my brother"

Bitch ass motherfuckers, I'm to break 'em out
If hit me before they get me I'ma take 'em out
If we successful we gon' smoke a blunt and 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 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 come up MIA

Now let me you to the motherfuckin' projects
Where the 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 serve in hallways
Can't say shit 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 with a big ol' project
And the beat kinda hot but the wanna come to hold the work
He got that duty so they do nothin' to me

Seventh with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
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 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 niggaz up MIA

Yeah, some oh six
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