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 a dude
I was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin stuff
Arguing my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the shootin craps

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

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