Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole in a fallopian tube
To a on my soil, a stand up type a dude
I was brought up in the game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet trucks
Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street
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 think you know, but you really don't 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 drinking hecka
And letting the older cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen
cause we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, 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 all the dealers dealt
and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations
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, chunky the soup
A de- a decade and a half and in the loop
In case you suckers know, I told 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