Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

Bustin' pistols while we from the five, oh
Hit the up because 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 ride non-stop

If I have to I'll commit a murder just to
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 then
hard and work your way up 'til you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of 'dro I got the flyest shit in town
Bet you a week you'll be able to get a pound

Go ahead and 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 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 niggaz up MIA

Now let me you to the motherfuckin' Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for standin'
talk no shit or you can end up on prime time
My Ty Nitti be holdin' down the nine-nine

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

Fuck 'em they fin' to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary evil they quick to put the on
Then they put the mash on, steady bustin' 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 get me I'ma take 'em out
If we we gon' smoke a blunt and cruise home
him to his new charger with no shoes on 'til the haters move on

In to set up shop now, gotsa the block down
Gettin' make me feel 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 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

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

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

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

Seventh flo' the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
paper 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 come up in Houston
Let me see all of my come up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

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