Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them niggaz chrome and the best die
Where we push up in the corners that we for
City from the shores 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
Hustlin' for my denim and if you try to move
Soon as I hear one
I'ma let the tec and desert eagle ride

If I have to commit a murder just to maintain
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 then
Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin' a
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the shit in town
Bet you a week you'll be able to get a pound

Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24s to get
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 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 nigga Ty Nitti be holdin' the nine-nine

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

Fuck with 'em fin' to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary they quick to put the mask on
Then gotta put the mash on, steady bustin' at each other
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 before they get me I'ma 'em out
If we successful we gon' smoke a and cruise home
Introduce him to his new charger with no shoes on 'til the move on

In to set up shop now, gotsa hold the down
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 bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

Now let me you to the motherfuckin' projects
Where the true and the elite members of the mob at
Know somebody, better call them out or try to 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' a hat cocked to the left
In the ride with the glock cocked a blunt
300Z the Lamborghini do's and some hoes with a big ol' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come to hold the
He got that duty so they do nothin' to me

flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' make me feel 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 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 real niggaz and to ride to
Not of that ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' goofy shit
This some of that real shit, Chi-Town shit
That gangster shit, fool, bitch