Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Up Comin' Down

Comin' Up Down,
G in H-Town,
South as I clown,
Come around a pound
(x4)
Verse:
Well let me jump in funk, with a pump and fake,
Give me five funky you can bump my tape,
'cause my flow come reala than a dealer killa,
nobody trilla, Still a body chilla,
Feel a millimeter quicker than 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, me really want'cha,
Dip me up in water, with me sauncha,
Got'cha, me glock pop pop on your top,
Tha way I dodge like the rock in hop scotch,
a pig, I can dig deep in your terrordome,
Smoke on my square alone, don't one care at home,
Pair of gats, blow backs 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 learn from,
Everywhere I turn somebody wanna one,
It's the son worse than the first one,
When me gat to the nurse or the hearse,
'cause I shoot'em in the 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 record jam,
ran, never will,
Still in Hillwood,
Damn sure 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 and the back of me,
It's a tragedy, I was on streets,
on sweets, and sprayed posses,
Costly profession, my lesson,
Bout' Impressin' my click with & Wesson,
Ghetto issues,
When I sold me crack, had me Mom through a box of tissues,
But if I was in his shoes, I'd probably lose,
It's in my blood to fools,
Him choose when he disrespect,
Inject my Tec, and then I eject,
The Mex will check any that trips,
It don't make sense lip to clips,
Which way to run, where do you
Boo-YAH! Ooh almost died,
Now take a ride with me, the deep blue sky,
Here take a hit, let me get you