Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

pistols while we runnin' from the five, oh
Hit the adversaries up 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
let the tec and desert eagle ride non-stop

If I have to I'll commit a murder just to
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 work your way up 'til you holdin' a
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the flyest shit in
Bet you within a week 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 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 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 Southside
City of the chrome, get up for standin' outside
talk no shit or you can end up on prime time
My nigga Ty Nitti be holdin' the nine-nine

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

with '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 to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me I'ma 'em out
If we successful we gon' a blunt and cruise home
Introduce him to his new charger with no shoes on 'til the move on

In to set up shop now, gotsa the block down
paper make me feel like

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

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

The fiends lurkin', serve in pissy hallways
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 a blunt
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and some hoes with a big ol' project
And the beat kinda hot but the cops come to hold the work
He got that so they can't do nothin' to me

Seventh flo' with the now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
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 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 real and bitches to ride to
Not none of that ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' goofy
This some of that real shit, that Chi-Town
That gangster shit, fool, bitch