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 and pushin that stuff
with my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block tuff
Strikin and scootin them and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and and them from the Magazine Street camp
Posted up thumbtacks, talking 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 think you know, but you really don't have no
Listen to of E40, real talk 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 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 than a spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, and grind
Hot echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of and some milk
the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this music off the ground with high ass
Took a time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, like the soup
A de- a decade and a and still in the loop
In case you suckers know, I told you once before
I rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The industry they mimick me, but wanna gimme mine