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 we runnin' from the five, oh
Hit the adversaries up because we drive

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

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

Get it however you it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle 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 week be able to get a pound

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 come 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 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 Ty Nitti be holdin' down the nine-nine

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

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

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

In to set up shop now, gotsa the block down
Gettin' paper me feel 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 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 niggaz up MIA

Now let me take you to the projects
Where the true thugs and the elite of the mob at
Know somebody, better call them out or try to tell them
they tell you, where you from? when they catch you on the elevator

The fiends lurkin', niggaz serve in pissy
say shit 'cause they be gettin' money all day

Mercedes out front, chillin' with a hat cocked to the left
In the ride with the glock cocked 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 they can't do to me

Seventh flo' with the 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 hustlers come up in
Let me see all of my riders 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 real and bitches to ride to
Not none of that ol' lame ass, ass, ol' goofy shit
This of that real shit, that Chi-Town shit
gangster shit, fool, Twista bitch