Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

Bustin' while we runnin' from the five, oh
Hit the adversaries up because we drive

Oh, I'm a mayne, standin' on these corners
for my denim mayne 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 I'll commit a just to maintain
Tell me what you I'm from a city
Where they gang bang and I got that thang

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

Go ahead and drop you can 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 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

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

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

Fuck with 'em they to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary evil they quick to put the on
they gotta put the mash 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 hit me before they get me I'ma take 'em out
If we we gon' smoke a blunt and cruise home
Introduce him to his new charger with no on 'til the haters move on

In to set up shop now, gotsa hold the block
paper make me feel like

Let me see all of my gangsters 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 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 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? they catch you on the elevator

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

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

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

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 shit, that Chi-Town shit
That shit, fool, Twista bitch