Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a on my soil, a stand up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack game and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time writin
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
ago, way before I even had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for hecka beer
And never letting the older up in my hood pump fear
with my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the broads and all the
Up the ladder I'm to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, and grind
Hot ones echo the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit rhyme

A of bread, a stick of butter and some 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 little time and patience, a faith in God
To make a long story short, at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby 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 rapping too fast, see y'all just too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The industry they me, but don't wanna gimme mine