Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

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

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

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