Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

Bustin' while we runnin' from the five, oh
Hit the adversaries up we drive slow

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's where the thugs lurks, I done been out
them niggaz put in blood work
When I'm in the 100's you can always smell the of purple
These niggaz 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 at each other
I take a tool and my strap and scream out, "Free my brother"

Bitch ass motherfuckers, I'm to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me 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 block
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 bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my come up MIA

Now let me take you to the motherfuckin'
Where the true thugs and the elite of the mob at
Know somebody, better call them out or try to them later
When they tell you, where you from? 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 with the cocked smokin' a blunt
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and some hoes with a big ol' booty
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come to 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 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 come 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

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