Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me take you to the wicked wicked
Where them niggaz carry and the best die
Where we push up in the that we fight for
City from the shores breeds and Vice 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
for my denim mayne and if you try to move
Soon as I one shot
let the tec and desert eagle ride non-stop

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

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

Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24s to get
paper make me feel 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 come 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'
Don't talk no 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 been out
Seen them niggaz put in blood
When I'm in the 100's you can smell the scent of purple
These niggaz always gettin' money in inner circle

Fuck 'em they fin' to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary they quick 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 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 haters on

In to set up shop now, gotsa hold the block
Gettin' paper make me 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 come up in
Let me see all of my bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

Now let me you to the motherfuckin' projects
Where the true and the elite members of the mob at
Know somebody, call them out or try to tell them later
When they tell you, where you when they catch you on the elevator

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

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

Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth 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 come up in
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 and bitches to ride to
Not none of ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' goofy shit
This some of that real shit, Chi-Town shit
That shit, fool, Twista bitch