Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a tube
To a on my soil, a stand up type a dude
I was up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we loved so much
and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street
Posted up like thumbtacks, on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, bag fulla Tic Tacs
In the time, in between time, in my spare time writin raps
In the yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin craps

You you know, but you really don't have no idea
Listen to discography of E40, real for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka
And never letting the cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen
cause we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of and some milk
Around the corner from the spot all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this music off the ground high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience, a little in God
To a long story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it like the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too
I the way for the independent grind
The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna mine