Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

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

Oh, I'm a mayne, standin' on these corners
Hustlin' for my denim mayne and if you try to
Soon as I hear one
let the tec and desert eagle ride non-stop

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

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

Go ahead and you can whip on 24s to get around
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 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'
of the chrome, get shot up for standin' outside
Don't talk no 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 smell the scent of purple
These niggaz always money in they inner circle

Fuck with 'em fin' to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary evil they to put the mask on
Then 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 about to '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 the haters move on

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

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 come up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

Now let me take you to the projects
Where the 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 in pissy hallways
Can't say 'cause they be gettin' money all day

parked out front, chillin' with a hat cocked to the left
In the ride with the glock cocked a blunt
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and some with a big ol' project booty
And the beat hot but the cops wanna come to hold the work
He got that duty so they do nothin' to me

Seventh flo' with the now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' paper make me 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 bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

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