Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me take you to the wicked wicked
Where niggaz carry chrome 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 killa mayne, standin' on these
Hustlin' for my denim mayne and if you try to
Soon as I hear one
I'ma let the tec and eagle ride non-stop

If I to I'll commit a murder 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 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' paper 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 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 up for standin' outside
Don't no shit or you can end up on prime time
My nigga Ty Nitti be down the nine-nine

That's where the lurks, I done been out there
Seen niggaz put in blood work
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 fin' to hurt you, gotta get cash on
Necessary evil quick to put the mask on
Then they gotta put the 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 before get me I'ma take 'em out
If we successful we gon' smoke a 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 down
Gettin' paper make me 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
Where the true thugs and the elite of the mob at
somebody, better call them out or try to tell them later
When tell you, where you from? when they catch you on the elevator

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

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

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

Let me see all of my gangsters come up in
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 come up MIA

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