Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

Bustin' pistols we runnin' from the five, oh
Hit the adversaries up we drive slow

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

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

Get it you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work 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 to get a pound

Go ahead and you can whip on 24s to get around
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 riders up in the Bay

Let me see all of my killers come up in
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
of the chrome, get shot up for standin' outside
Don't talk no shit or you can end up on prime
My nigga Ty be holdin' down the nine-nine

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

Fuck with 'em they fin' to hurt you, gotta get cash on
evil they quick to put the mask on
Then they gotta put the on, steady bustin' at each other
I take a tool and 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' smoke a blunt and home
Introduce him to his new charger with no shoes on 'til the haters on

In to set up shop now, gotsa hold the down
Gettin' paper make me feel

Let me see all of my come 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 bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my come up MIA

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

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

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

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

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