Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me take you to the wicked Westside
Where them niggaz chrome and the best die
Where we push up in the 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, on these corners
for my denim mayne and if you try to move
Soon as I hear one
I'ma let the tec and eagle ride non-stop

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

Get it you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work way up 'til you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of 'dro I got the flyest shit in town
Bet you within a week you'll be 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 come 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 you to the motherfuckin' Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for outside
Don't no shit or you can end up on prime time
My nigga Ty Nitti be holdin' the nine-nine

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

Fuck with 'em they fin' to you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary they quick to put the mask on
Then they put the mash on, steady bustin' 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 I'ma 'em out
If we successful we gon' smoke a and cruise home
Introduce him to his new charger with no shoes on the haters move on

In to set up shop now, gotsa hold the block
paper make me feel 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 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'
Where the true thugs and the elite of the mob at
somebody, better call 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 serve in pissy
Can't say shit they be gettin' money all day

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

Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' paper me feel like

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