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 breeds gangsters and Vice Lords

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

Oh, I'm a killa mayne, standin' on these
Hustlin' for my denim 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 I'm from a city
they gang bang and I got that thang 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 this 'dro I got the flyest in town
Bet you within a week be able to get a pound

Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24s to get
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 bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

Now let me take you to the motherfuckin'
City of the chrome, get shot up for outside
talk no shit or you can end up on prime time
My nigga Ty Nitti be 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 scent of
These niggaz always gettin' money in they circle

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

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

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 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 true thugs and the elite of the mob at
Know somebody, better call out or try to tell them later
When they tell you, where you from? when they you on the elevator

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

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

Seventh flo' with the now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' 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 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 niggaz up MIA

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