Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come blaze a pound
(x4)
First
Well let me jump in funk, with a pump and fake,
Give me five dollars you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow reala than a dealer servin' killa,
nobody trilla, Still a body chilla,
Feel a millimeter comin' quicker a cheetah,
Me you on your peta,
snatch your senorita,
I be the creepa, street sweeper,
a pound of reefer, hit me on my beeper,
Leaf of tha Ganga, make me want'cha,
Dip me up in water, fried me sauncha,
Got'cha, me pop pop on your drop top,
Tha way I dodge cops the rock in hop scotch,
a pig, I can dig deep in your terrordome,
Smoke on my alone, don't know one care at home,
of chrome gats, blow backs on tha sidewalk,
I got my glock poppin' hot rocks in body, party-hearty,
Lodi Dodi Carley, Daddy smoke like Bob Marley,
Sorry I'm hardly the one you should from,
Everywhere I turn somebody burn one,
It's the son worse than the first one,
me gat burst to the nurse or the hearse,
'cause I shoot'em in the man, local Hillwoodian,
Choppin' on a cookie, put me in the Looney bin,
Could been a better man, up in NeverNeverLand,
Jesus's hand, reason this record jam,
ran, never will,
Still in Hillwood,
Damn feel good,
Livin' in a real

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 front and the of me,
It's a tragedy, I was on streets,
Blazed on sweets, and posses,
profession, learned my lesson,
Bout' Impressin' my with Smith & Wesson,
Addressin' issues,
When I me crack, had me Mom goin' through a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I'd probably lose,
It's in my to kill fools,
Him choose death he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and then I eject,
The Mex check any clique that trips,
It don't make sense lip to clips,
Which way to run, where do you
Boo-YAH! Ooh almost died,
Now a ride with me, through the deep blue sky,
take a hit, let me get you high