Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

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

Oh, I'm a killa mayne, standin' on corners
Hustlin' for my 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 murder to maintain
Tell me what you thought I'm from a
Where they gang and I got that thang thang

Get it you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin' a
Cop an ounce of this I got the flyest shit in town
Bet you within a week 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 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

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 Ty Nitti be holdin' down the nine-nine

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

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

Bitch ass motherfuckers, I'm to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me I'ma 'em out
If we successful we gon' smoke a and cruise 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
paper make 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 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' projects
Where the thugs and the elite members of the mob at
Know somebody, better call them out or try to tell later
When they tell you, where you from? when they catch you on the

The fiends lurkin', niggaz 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 glock cocked a blunt
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and 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 can't do nothin' to me

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

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 come 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' ass, metaphoric ass, ol' goofy shit
This of that real shit, that Chi-Town shit
That shit, fool, Twista bitch