Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me take you to the wicked Westside
Where them niggaz carry 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 corners
Hustlin' for my mayne and if you try to move
as I hear one shot
I'ma let the tec and desert eagle ride

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 split
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 be able to get a pound

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

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 niggaz up MIA

Now let me take you to the Southside
City of the chrome, get up for standin' outside
Don't talk no shit or you can end up on prime
My nigga Ty Nitti be holdin' the nine-nine

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

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

ass motherfuckers, I'm about to break 'em out
If hit me before 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 the haters move on

In to set up shop now, gotsa the block down
Gettin' paper make me 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 bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

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

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

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

Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the 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 bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

Yeah, some oh six
For all the real niggaz and to ride to
Not none of that ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' shit
This some of that real shit, that shit
That shit, fool, Twista bitch