Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a
I was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin that
Arguing with my folkers cause we eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Little Ray, Billy, and and them from the Magazine Street camp
Posted up thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs
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 shootin

You you know, but you really don't have no idea
Listen to of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a
I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older up in my hood pump fear
Funkin my own soil, listen here
Jealous we had all the broads and all the gear
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 ones through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this

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 faith in God
To make a long story short, look at me now
I'm doing it like the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a and still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I you once before
I ain't too fast, see y'all just listening too slow
I paved the way for the grind
The they mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine