Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

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

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

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

Get it however you want it cop a fo' and then
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 you'll be able to get a

Go and drop 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 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

Now let me take you to the Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for outside
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 out there
Seen niggaz put in blood work
When I'm in the 100's you can smell the scent of purple
niggaz always gettin' money in they inner circle

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

Bitch ass motherfuckers, I'm to break '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 with no on 'til the haters move on

In to set up shop now, hold the block down
Gettin' make me feel like

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 come 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 projects
Where the true 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 they catch you on the

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

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

Seventh flo' the 'dro 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 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

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