Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

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

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

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

Get it you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and your way up 'til you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of 'dro I got the flyest shit 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 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 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'
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 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 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 gotta put the mash on, steady at each other
I take a and bust my strap and scream out, "Free my brother"

ass motherfuckers, I'm about to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me take 'em out
If we successful we gon' smoke a blunt and home
Introduce him to his new with no shoes on 'til the haters move on

In to set up shop now, gotsa hold the down
paper make me feel 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 up in Houston
Let me see all of my bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

Now let me take you to the motherfuckin'
Where the true thugs and the members of the mob at
Know somebody, better them out or try to tell 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 shit 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 some hoes with a big ol' project
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna to hold the work
He got that so they can't do nothin' to me

Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the now
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 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, some oh six
For all the real niggaz and to ride to
Not none of that ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' shit
some of that real shit, that Chi-Town shit
That gangster shit, fool, bitch