Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

Bustin' while 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 mayne and if you try to move
as I hear one shot
I'ma let the tec and eagle ride non-stop

If I have to I'll commit a just to maintain
Tell me what you I'm from a city
Where they gang and I got that thang thang

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

Go and drop you can whip on 24s to get around
Gettin' paper 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 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 up for standin' outside
Don't talk no shit or you can end up on time
My nigga Ty Nitti be holdin' down the

That's 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
niggaz always gettin' money in they inner circle

Fuck with 'em they fin' to hurt you, gotta get they on
Necessary evil quick to put the mask on
they gotta put the mash 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 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' make me feel like

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 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 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 they tell you, where you when they catch you on the elevator

The fiends lurkin', niggaz in pissy hallways
Can't say shit 'cause 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' project
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come to hold the
He got that duty so can't do nothin' to me

Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the now
Gettin' 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 up in Houston
Let me see all of my bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my come up MIA

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