Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

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

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

If I have to I'll commit a murder to maintain
me what 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 split
Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin' a
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the flyest in town
Bet you within a week you'll be able to get a

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

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

Now let me you to the motherfuckin' Southside
City of the chrome, get up for standin' outside
talk no shit or you can end up on prime time
My nigga Ty be holdin' down the nine-nine

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

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

ass motherfuckers, I'm about to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me take 'em out
If we successful we gon' smoke a blunt and cruise
him to his new charger with no shoes on 'til the haters move on

In to set up now, gotsa hold the block down
Gettin' make me feel like

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

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

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

Mercedes parked out front, chillin' with a hat to the left
In the ride with the glock cocked smokin' a
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and 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 they do nothin' to me

Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth by the rocks now
Gettin' paper make me feel

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 killers 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' ass, metaphoric ass, ol' goofy shit
This some of that real shit, that shit
That gangster shit, fool, bitch