Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Up Comin' Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come blaze a pound
(x4)
Verse:
Well let me jump in this funk, with a and fake,
me five funky dollars you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow come than a dealer servin' killa,
nobody trilla, Still a body chilla,
Feel a millimeter quicker than a cheetah,
Me drop you on peta,
Then your senorita,
I be the creepa, back sweeper,
a pound of reefer, hit me on my beeper,
Leaf of tha Ganga, me really want'cha,
Dip me up in water, fried me sauncha,
Got'cha, me glock pop pop on your top,
Tha way I dodge cops the rock in hop scotch,
Drop a pig, I can dig in your terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, know one care at home,
Pair of chrome gats, blow on tha sidewalk,
I got my poppin' hot rocks in your body, party-hearty,
Lodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you should from,
Everywhere I turn wanna burn one,
It's the cursed son than the first one,
When me gat to the nurse or the hearse,
'cause I in the booty man, local Hillwoodian,
Choppin' on a cookie, Mama put me in the bin,
Could have a better man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's helpin' hand, reason this jam,
Never ran, will,
Still in Hillwood,
sure feel good,
Livin' in a hood

Second
Now you can on knees,
You can for keys,
I cut my cheese,
And get t G's,
Drinkin' daquiri's, and ain't no these,
I got slack in the and the back of me,
a tragedy, I was raised on streets,
Blazed on sweets, and posses,
Costly profession, my lesson,
Impressin' my click with Smith & Wesson,
Addressin' issues,
I sold me crack, had me Mom goin' through a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I'd still lose,
It's in my blood to fools,
Him death when he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and then I eject,
The Mex will check any that trips,
It make sense talkin' lip to clips,
way to run, where do you hide?
Boo-YAH! Ooh almost died,
Now take a ride with me, through the blue sky,
take a hit, let me get you high