Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

pistols while we runnin' from the five, oh
Hit the up because we drive slow

Oh, I'm a mayne, standin' on these corners
Hustlin' for my 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
me what you thought I'm from a city
Where they bang and I got that thang thang

Get it however you it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin' a
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 and drop you can whip on 24s to get around
paper 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 come up in the Bay

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

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

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

with 'em they fin' to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary evil they quick to put the 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"

ass motherfuckers, I'm about to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me take 'em out
If we successful we 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 the block down
Gettin' paper me feel 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 come up in
Let me see all of my bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz 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 out or try to tell them later
When tell you, where you from? when they catch you on the elevator

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

Mercedes parked out front, with a hat cocked 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 duty so they can't do nothin' to me

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

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