Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them niggaz chrome and the best die
we push up in the corners that we fight for
City from the shores 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 corners
for my denim 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 just to maintain
me what you thought I'm from a city
Where they gang bang and I got thang 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 of this 'dro I got the flyest 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' make me feel 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 up in Houston
Let me see all of my come up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

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

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

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

Bitch ass motherfuckers, I'm to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me 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 move on

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

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 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 you to the motherfuckin' projects
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 when they catch you on the elevator

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

Mercedes parked out front, chillin' a hat cocked to the left
In the with the glock cocked smokin' a blunt
300Z with the 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 so they can't do nothin' to me

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

Yeah, some oh six
For all the real niggaz and to ride to
Not of that ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' goofy shit
This some of real shit, that Chi-Town shit
That shit, fool, Twista bitch