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 up in the corners that we fight for
City from the shores breeds and Vice Lords

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

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

If I have to I'll a murder just to maintain
Tell me 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
hard 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 you'll be to get a pound

Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24s to get
Gettin' paper me feel like

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 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 take you to the motherfuckin'
City of the chrome, get shot up for outside
Don't no shit or you can end up on prime time
My nigga Ty be holdin' down the nine-nine

That's where the lurks, I done been out there
Seen niggaz put in blood work
When I'm in the you can always smell the scent of purple
These always 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 mash on, steady at each other
I take a tool and bust my strap and out, "Free my brother"

ass motherfuckers, I'm about to break 'em out
If they hit me they get me I'ma take '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, hold the block down
Gettin' paper 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 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 come up MIA

Now let me take you to the motherfuckin'
Where the thugs and the elite members of the mob at
Know somebody, better call out or try to tell them later
When they tell you, where you when they catch you on the elevator

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

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

Seventh with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
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 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, some oh six
For all the real and bitches to ride to
Not of that ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' goofy shit
This of that real shit, that Chi-Town shit
That gangster shit, fool, Twista