Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

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

You think you know, but you really have no idea
to discography of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way I even had a career
I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the cats up in my hood 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, sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, funkin all the
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit rhyme

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