Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

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

Oh, I'm a killa mayne, standin' on these
Hustlin' for my mayne and if you try to move
as I hear one shot
I'ma let the tec and desert eagle ride

If I have to I'll commit a murder to maintain
Tell me what you thought I'm a city
Where gang bang and I got that thang thang

Get it however you want it cop a fo' and split
Hustle hard and your way up 'til you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of this I got the flyest shit in town
Bet you within a week you'll be to get a pound

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

Let me see all of my come 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' Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for standin'
Don't talk no shit or you can end up on prime
My nigga Ty Nitti be down the nine-nine

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

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 bustin' at other
I take a tool and bust my 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
Introduce him to his new charger with no shoes on 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 gangsters come up in
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 come up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

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

The fiends lurkin', niggaz serve in 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 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 cops come to hold the work
He got that duty so they can't do to me

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

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 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 come 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 real shit, that Chi-Town
That gangster shit, fool, bitch