Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them niggaz carry and the best die
we push up in the corners that we fight for
City from the shores breeds gangsters and 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 denim mayne and if you try to
as I hear one shot
I'ma let the tec and eagle ride non-stop

If I have to commit a murder just to maintain
me what you thought I'm from a city
Where they 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 'til you a brick
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the flyest shit in
Bet you within a week you'll be able to get a

Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24s to get
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 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
When I'm in the 100's you can smell the scent of purple
These niggaz always gettin' money in they inner

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

Bitch ass motherfuckers, I'm about to 'em out
If they hit me before they get me I'ma '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, gotsa hold the block
Gettin' paper make me feel

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 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
Where the true thugs and the members of the mob at
Know somebody, better call them out or try to tell later
When they tell you, you from? when they catch you on the elevator

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

Mercedes parked out front, with a hat cocked to the left
In the ride the glock cocked smokin' a blunt
with the Lamborghini do's and some hoes with a big ol' project booty
And the beat hot but the cops wanna come to hold the work
He got that duty so they do nothin' to me

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

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 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 come up MIA

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