Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me take you to the wicked Westside
Where them niggaz carry chrome and the die
Where we push up in the corners we fight for
from the shores breeds 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 eagle ride non-stop

If I have to I'll commit a murder to maintain
Tell me what you thought I'm a city
Where gang bang and I got that thang thang

Get it however you want it cop a fo' and then
Hustle hard and work your way up you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of this I got the flyest shit in town
Bet you a week you'll be able to get a pound

Go ahead and you can whip on 24s to get around
Gettin' make 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 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 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 Ty Nitti be holdin' down 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 they circle

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

Bitch ass motherfuckers, I'm 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 cruise
Introduce him to his new charger with no on 'til the haters move on

In to set up shop now, hold the block down
Gettin' paper me feel like

Let me see all of my come up in Chi-Town
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 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' projects
the true 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 from? they catch you on the elevator

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

Mercedes parked out front, chillin' with a hat to the left
In the with the glock cocked smokin' a blunt
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and some hoes a big ol' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the wanna come to hold 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' make 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 killers 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 niggaz and bitches to to
Not none of that ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' shit
This some of that shit, that Chi-Town shit
That gangster shit, fool, Twista